A couple of minutes ago, I was trying to figure out what to write this satire about.
An hour ago, I was trying to figure out what to write this satire about.
Yesterday, I was trying to figure out what to write this satire about.
A week ago, I was trying to figure out what to write this satire about. I could not do it. My mind was blank. And I was staring with a deadpan expression at my mirror of a page. How can I not think of a single thing? I’ve been writing exquisite papers for about 10 years, I have a mother who is an experienced teacher and language master, I go to a school designed for accelerated learning because I would be bored by the dull pace of any public school, I am even in a college level english class with a teacher who has expressed to me directly that I am unfit for any lower-level class, yet I am unable to produce any topic that I feel any passion about, so I can write a satire. My fingers are reluctant to form …show more content…
I asked myself, “How can I write a satire if I cannot think of a topic, and what if I do not like the topic I think of? What if I am so disconnected and alien that I have no feelings one way or the other? Oh god-I’m turning into Switzerland.” So, I was stuck in this situation: I need to write a whole paper in less than 3 hours; I have to think of my own topic, and apparently I am too much of a sociopath to have any sentiment toward what happened in Paris, how ISIS has literally declared war on France, how thousands of people have already died because of a couple hundred men who feel so passionately about their religion that they feel the need to blow themselves and others up as well as raid a vastly populated city and keep over 100 hostages and kill countless others. Then it hit me, all I needed to do was ask my schoolmates for all the topics that they have strong opinions about, and I would write about all of them to make up for my sociopathic
An hour ago, I was trying to figure out what to write this satire about.
Yesterday, I was trying to figure out what to write this satire about.
A week ago, I was trying to figure out what to write this satire about. I could not do it. My mind was blank. And I was staring with a deadpan expression at my mirror of a page. How can I not think of a single thing? I’ve been writing exquisite papers for about 10 years, I have a mother who is an experienced teacher and language master, I go to a school designed for accelerated learning because I would be bored by the dull pace of any public school, I am even in a college level english class with a teacher who has expressed to me directly that I am unfit for any lower-level class, yet I am unable to produce any topic that I feel any passion about, so I can write a satire. My fingers are reluctant to form …show more content…
I asked myself, “How can I write a satire if I cannot think of a topic, and what if I do not like the topic I think of? What if I am so disconnected and alien that I have no feelings one way or the other? Oh god-I’m turning into Switzerland.” So, I was stuck in this situation: I need to write a whole paper in less than 3 hours; I have to think of my own topic, and apparently I am too much of a sociopath to have any sentiment toward what happened in Paris, how ISIS has literally declared war on France, how thousands of people have already died because of a couple hundred men who feel so passionately about their religion that they feel the need to blow themselves and others up as well as raid a vastly populated city and keep over 100 hostages and kill countless others. Then it hit me, all I needed to do was ask my schoolmates for all the topics that they have strong opinions about, and I would write about all of them to make up for my sociopathic