I 've always been truly awful at writing, but one person has miraculously made me appreciate it more, without even realizing that he has done so. In fact, I believe he still has yet to realize the profound effect that he has had on me concerning writing. I might even want to improve my writing skills, and just communication skills in general, because of this one person. Amazing, right? I can almost vividly remember the day in which my appreciation first appeared. It was nearing the end of my junior year of high school, and our class was being forced to write poetry. Not just any normal poetry, no, but sonnets. As if composing poetry wasn 't hard enough already. I cringed when first learning about the assignment. Being the dedicated procrastinator
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It 'd be an interesting cliffhanger, kind of. Instead, let 's just pause a moment, and possibly read that again: “baby eating.” Now that I 've made a big deal about it, or attempted to at least, I 'll step back a bit and quickly note that he isn 't a cannibal. Imran had read “A Modest Proposal”, by Jonathan Swift, earlier that year. Whether he read the whole thing or just a part of it, I don 't quite remember. It was a satire about eating babies and the economic values of eating said babies. I, unfortunately, didn 't get to read the masterpiece until the next year. I remember how ridiculous the whole thing was, and I actually still have his poem written down somewhere. I 'd love to type the whole thing out here, but I never asked for his permission, and don 't want to embarrass him too much. A little bit is okay, though. We were just laughing about it all, and couldn 't really take anything else seriously for a bit after that. At one point, I watched him as he paused for a minute, trying to come up with a word that rhymed with “necessity.” I waited intensely. I waited, wondering what the next line would be, only to watch him slowly and hesitantly type out the letters forming “yessity.” It was a truly beautiful sight, and we laughed some more about his incredible
It 'd be an interesting cliffhanger, kind of. Instead, let 's just pause a moment, and possibly read that again: “baby eating.” Now that I 've made a big deal about it, or attempted to at least, I 'll step back a bit and quickly note that he isn 't a cannibal. Imran had read “A Modest Proposal”, by Jonathan Swift, earlier that year. Whether he read the whole thing or just a part of it, I don 't quite remember. It was a satire about eating babies and the economic values of eating said babies. I, unfortunately, didn 't get to read the masterpiece until the next year. I remember how ridiculous the whole thing was, and I actually still have his poem written down somewhere. I 'd love to type the whole thing out here, but I never asked for his permission, and don 't want to embarrass him too much. A little bit is okay, though. We were just laughing about it all, and couldn 't really take anything else seriously for a bit after that. At one point, I watched him as he paused for a minute, trying to come up with a word that rhymed with “necessity.” I waited intensely. I waited, wondering what the next line would be, only to watch him slowly and hesitantly type out the letters forming “yessity.” It was a truly beautiful sight, and we laughed some more about his incredible