We did a lot of essay-writing in school during English language class, for which one of the items on the agenda was to pretend you were a tree or a dog or something non-human and write your autobiography. I remember the teachers instructing us clearly and repeatedly that an autobiography should never contain the statement "and then I died". This was because dead things are incapable of communicating their life story from beyond the grave. Apparently a tree or a dog writing its own autobiography was quite believable but a dead tree or a dog doing it? No fucking way. Just too unrealistic.
Some other stuff I learnt in this school :
1.> Eskimos prefer to live in an igloo rather than a brick house because bricks have tiny holes in them through which the cold wind can blow through whereas ice blocks do not.
2.> It was called the Underground Railroad because the slaves used to travel by subway (or, as it was known in the 1800s when it didn't actually exist, the underground railroad)
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lol... I remember those essays!
The worst were the essays in Marathi (which i suck at). We used to literally mug up 3 entire essays and pray that one of those topics came!
You seem to be from Pune... Which school was this?
I loved writing essays. My teachers hated reading them. I am indeed from Pune. My school was called Abhinav Vidyalay.
Aaah... When did you pass out from school? I know a few folks from Abhinav. I'm from Vincents...
Also, I had asked you a couple of weeks back about using your "terrorist/racist jokes" conversation as a guest post on my WITnessed Series.
(I'm still LMAO on that one)
What say?
I passed out in 91, I think. Sure you can use that post, why not?
i thought eskimos preferred ice blocks to brick because the fire it took to make the bricks would melt everything around them. clearly i was wrong.
so lol at "passed out in 91"! how much did you drink?
91 no...I passed out in 91 drinks.
home run biatch
Yes, I see that. How much? And which charitable institution?
its all mine.
no charity.i need charity.
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