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Block H
May 7, 2007
                         Imagery in Shakespeare

Shakespeare uses many different and exotic images in Romeo and Juliet to describe and enhance his meaning. One example is... umm... GRAGH! I can’t do this! I am a creative story writer, not an analytical thesis writer! I write poetry, or short stories, not bloody essays on a bloody four-hundred year old play! It is physically painful to try and break these stories down into separate parts and look at them under an electron microscope, describing every little piece, every tiny, little, miniscule atom. There isn’t even an overall purpose to these, nothing to be gained, but marks to be lost. The exact same things have been done over and over, until our society can’t gain anything from dissecting these originally beautiful pieces of ART, because when we even hear the name of the authour, we automatically moan and whine in sadness and despair, thinking that it implies work, and a lot of it!
This doesn’t even help my personal writing skills, because I don’t know what the hell I’m doing! If anything, it’s driving me away from a perfectly good genre of writing. No, two genres, Shakespeare, and analytical essays. Shakespearean works are, by themselves, extraordinarily good pieces, and in the future I might’ve been interested in reading them for fun. I still might, but the chances are much slimmer now that I have gone through this torture. As for essays and the like, I am disgusted by them, and refuse to even edit them for grammar and spelling. I laugh at the people that do them, because they put themselves through this useless procedure, just to get marks.
English is a course that, I will not lie, is quite useful, if a touch heavy-handed, but it could be improved tenfold. As can be seen, my writing is not bad. Hell, I’d call it exceptionally good writing. I just don’t have any motivation for this. If I had turned this in without the attached rant, I would have received a 1.5 at most. As it is, I may get less, I may even get more (though I doubt that.). I would still be sitting at this seat, smacking my head against this rebar-reinforced concrete wall, trying vainly to write a second sentence. As it is, at least I can hope of briefly entertaining my marker with my stressed and tired writings. I hope he/she is merciful with my “essay” and does not dock too many marks. These last few sentences would be called either ‘brown-nosing’ or ‘ass-kissing’ depending on the speaker. I hope it works.