Abel Lockhart
Ms. Crowe
Composition for Scientific World
9/15/2023
No Stickler
I’m no stickler for rules. I detest conformity. It’s always been that way, with much passion poured into the most outrageous way to submit an assignment. I once used shoelaces to connect a two page essay together in highschool. And now, low and behold, you’re reading an essay off a roll of toilet paper. However, Getting this essay on a roll of toilet paper was far easier than the rigorous thought process of composing the essay itself. A perfectionist projects much judgment among a series of thoughts and ideas, so my feather dipped in ink dries up as it ever so rarely touches the paper. Although, this pursuit for perfection is what allows for the highest quality of work and innovation.
I ceaselessly practice my literature through texting. Through the use of my fancy diction and witty remarks, you’re perpetually talking to a British philosopher. A big grin on my face gets made with each novel of text I send, and it even applies to that of a recipient that does not fathom the paragraphs of text that I procreate. Now that I’ve given it more thought. I always like to be very long and detalive. It adds more value to the blocks of text sent.
I once read an article about the changes in the way we interact. Since we have instant access to interacting globally in a matter of milliseconds, there is no need to take up an hour of your day to curate the perfect message to a friend. Back in the age of sticks and stones people had to communicate via pigeon, in a metaphorical sense that we sent letters to one another. Your mind would be at its fullest capacity as you wield your Rod of graphite to display a bountiful harvest of words on canvas. And if these concoctions of words did not uphold to your liking, you would have to turn your graphite around to reveal a piece of rubber, capable of sliding the etchings of characters off your canvas. As for the unfortunate ones that used feather and ink, their mistakes were chiseled in stone. Only until then when you are done, you can blow off the debri of rubber from the magnum opus you have created. The final step was to encapsulate it within a paper thin rectangular box, put on some lipstick, give it a kiss, seal the letter with the finest of wax imported from europe, and from their on out, you would expect the following recipient to receive the work of literature within 4-5 business days.
Nowadays you have a diminutive digitized typewriter capable of removing your mistakes without a trace. Oh no! I spelt cat instead of dog! Without a second thought, you press backspace, or rather the more infamously known command, Ctrl+Z. We no longer send works of literature to one another, it is abbreviated with no compulsion for meaning. We send yellow faces of characters to express our words. Lost; is our ability to strongly express. And in a matter of seconds, You can send messages so quick
You
Might
Aswell
Send it separately.
The constant implementation of rhetorical figurative language during conversation has made all of my interactions a lively narrative. It is what allows me to strengthen my Literary skills while simultaneously forming strong relationships with people. Through my constant pursuit of avoiding redundant messages, I am always tasked with an assignment of rhetorical literature intended to please an audience. Hell! Take this email that I sent last week as an example
Dear Abel,
Due to my sleep deprovision I’ve accidentally mentioned you as the subject of “sincerely” in the end of this email. I write to you at this time of hour to inform that I won’t be submitting DQ 11. It isn’t anything involving my dog with eating homework, rather I just did not withhold the responsibility of taking time out of my day to understand the text. I am not asking to be pardoned for such thing, rather this is a rhetorical letter serving as a representation of how humble I am. I deserve a 0 for not up taking such responsibilities. What I would rather receive is a reply reassuring me that everything will be okay and that the failure I am feeling now is not the end of the world. Just like A.D. Smith, I’m a perfectionist that fears being misunderstood. So, through this letter you will no longer see an effortless student, but rather a person. A person that is adjusting to a new set of circumstances. learning to push through the steep learning curve that comes with studying old British philosophy. On the other hand, I can see how this email can be interpreted as a spit in the face. So, for that I apologize. In the foreseeable future, expect an excellent discussion question! But then again, I do not have such confidence that such a thing will occur. So as to not leave you disappointed I will revoke that previous statement and say that I may or may not take the responsibility of taking the responsibility to enrich myself with this philosophical knowledge granted by a man of much wisdom. That was a bit wordy. I end it with a cliche, hope all is well.
Sincerely,
Professor Dale
But perhaps that is as far as my strong suit goes, I have the ability to captivate and entertain. My writing could use some aid in grammar; I still don’t know how, and when, to use a comma.
