Shippy's Enlightenment

I wasn't able to resist the temptation Adam & Dan had set into me, so today it was the first time I visited Creative Writing session! (After my P. E. teacher had refused to let me go there for the first half of it. You are probably able to deduce my reaction if you know me: yes, it was kinda "link my shiny metal ass". Yet, I hadn't left the P. E. lesson, but I hope he at least now knows from my sarcastic remarks what's going on in Egypt. That's because I had had a serious newspaper with me exactly for this reason. Bwhaha.) Amy invited me, I recognized Paul Simon's Graceland and the next thing I remember, I was writing a fairytale parody.

The Sleeping Beauty, revisited
Trutnov, Czech Republic - A tangible suicidal tendention among the youth has grown up a little bit again. This time, a Elizabeth Pink (16) with a good education and being excellently brought up, tried to kill herself with sleeping pills - and what's more, she somehow managed to poison the whole household! "We should reconsider how school cares about our youngest," that's the key sentence of yesterday's demonstration of the movement "No more suicides, that's killing yourself". "I, as a close family friend, was horrified after I had entered [the household]. I am afraid they'd all be dead now, had I not recalled a similar situation" (that the Sun has informed about a week ago) "and when I remembered how they saved that poor child that even arranged her jugular vein cut to look like she was bitten by a wolf... anyway, I used my cellphone just as that weird man in green had done. And so they live now," ended simply his breathtaking tale of braveness Mr. Evan Prince (32).

Unclear origin
Yet, it si still not sure how Ms. Pink got this terrible idea. The Sun acquired an encouraging piece of information, saying that her parents tried to make her avoid anything that could harm her. It's good people like these still exist! A reasonable resource close to the Pink family expounded that one of the priest that christened her had met her frequently lately. An evidence exists that he's been closely connected with an emo group since had been excommunicated seven years ago. It is probable that the recent events can be written on his account. Police now examines local apothecaries to find out who sold so many sleeping pills to a girl so young?

Darkness Falls
Right now, all of the inhabitants of the Pink's house moved elsewhere and Ms. Pink has been accused of public endangering. In this very moment, all that the neighbours can see is a hug wall consisting of roses that grow like wild all the time. It's because Mr. Ali Attahar (78), local gardener, decided for the repatriation after the traumatic experience.

The Sun will inform you about further development in the case.

-shi-

Well, not as bad as the rest of my production. After my graphomania faded away, my style went pretty downhill. But never mind, you know it by now, as you've already read the story .)

For the second part of the heading: after two years, we are probably going to have a gig. I say probably, because it's possible we'd even have two. And that's a problem, because if we consider that we have three songs from which one is a shit and the other two are shitty covers, it may cause a traumatic experience (similar to Ali's one) that probably wouldn't fade out. Its presence wouldn't help my writing. I'd be too ashamed to touch a keyboard.

Yes, and it seems that Prague is really small. I met three people I knew just by wandering around. Bad luck I didn't meet Pavel Bém, for I would ask him how does he plan to fit these great Olympic Games to such a small city like Prague. At least I have some sources, although it probably won't help me in the end.

Whoa, let's look optimistically on it. Another debate tournament lost won't make a big change.

It's been a lot of time since I've written second part of this neverending soap opera, sure. And along with the time goes always problems that need to be soluted. For example, I could write about the class appointment (yea, 'appointment' seems accurate - but in case it's not understandable, I mean those regular quarter-year meetings of professors and students' parents) and how terrible was the impact of them, but I will not.

Instead of it, I will link to my wannabe essay on Roald Dahl's "Taste and other tales" published by Penguin Readers, which implies the level of difficulty and number of gained new words.

However, the essay itself made me look for new ones, in order to keep my speech cultivated and not in that classic way like "Roald Dahl wrote a book. Huh." And it was not only that homework we were assigned; also the debate (and the workshop on topic "That Europe should abandon the concept of welfare state") had given me a thump... Plus I started to read "Catcher in the rye".

Therefore, although this post is tagged with "five new english words", they're ten. That should give you a proper image of what my words and promisses are like.

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To everything there is a proper time.

On today's dkna meeting we had first real discussion. Topic was "That it is better to plant cabbage than roses" - which did not give a variety of arguments, but it was still fun To make long story short, the negative side (Me, Marek & fann) won in spite of affirmative side's effort. (Affirmative side consisted of Filip & Bára.) It was well-spent afternoon - although we wouldn't win, if the affirmatives did not forget to define "better", which mistake was promptly misused by me as a negative speaker #1: There was no chance for cabbages, when "better" was defined as "more beautiful".

Yes, there are many things we should be working on. But this is a good beginning, isn't it?

And secondly, we noticed that taking FCE is not denied to younger students - which led into immediate attacking of Mrs. Hrazdirová, who told us that it is possible. It's of course a little expensive - 4.500 Kč - but it's a price we would pay anyway. And before we have to pay, we just must pass the barrier tests to confirm we are ready for FCE.

Which is excellent, because I doubt I will learn something really new in following two years. I am not sure whether my English is better because of my personal study or because of my recent English reading - but it is definitely not because of my teacher.

Who stroke again. Because since the barrier test is going to take place at Wednesday, fourth and fifth lesson, we have to ask teachers who are teaching those lessons to excuse us from them. And one of those teachers is our English teacher.

Circle becomes complete.

Mrs. Hrazdirová ran wordlessly to her, telling her that we'd like to pass FCE with a little advance. And because she just had our other (French) half, she knew nothing better than to yell angrily at them, that we are not ready for FCE yet, that we should learn for a two years time from now; and, what made me angry, whe exclamed that "no-one in this class can pass this test - well, except for Simon". Wouldn't you killed her? (In case you don't know - I am Simon.) Then, on another break, when we went to ask her to excuse us, she told us the same tale - with the sweetest exception for "Simon part", because I stood in front of the crowd. (Insert samothing really nasty here.)

Yeah, for everything there is a proper time. But I think that for FCE, the time has come.

Later, we agreed (among ourselves) that we will negotiate following contract: Those who get "A" from the barrier test can continue, others cannot. This might stop her blocking us.

And one more thing: If you noticed a wrong grammar somewhere on this blog, please, report it to me. Because I'd like to pass that test, and I'm writing as I know the best. And if there is a nonsense, then I probably think it's in perfect order.

By the way, I have never learnt English that long for those four years I study on GnA. For example, I've read entire Guide to Punctuation now - which proves that even I, if motivated, can learn hardly.

But nothing can change my opinion about her now. And this haiku wannabe haiku. And Chuck Norris.

If you're not sure 'bout your skills
Try something like this:
Kill teacher with sleeping pills

Edit: F***, it is not haiku! It's just a sort of poem with 'AaA' form, where 'A' has seven syllables and 'a' - on the other side! - five. Haiku, of course, has a form 'xYz', where 'x' & 'z' both have five syllables and 'Y' has seven. Well, I am not going to rewrite it, definitely )