Blogs themselves, however expressive, are almost scary in a sense. Blogs to me are a way of hiding behind a computer screen, or creepily showing the world your thoughts, via words. I feel like Thomas Schell, Oskar's grandfather, writing down my feelings and thoughts rather than expressing them through words. At the same time, this blog is not my real feelings, I have to avoid offending people still, watch my vulgarity, and keep in mind the graded aspect of the project that started my blog in the first place.
The video reminds me of our class. The strange reality of Professor Mason "singing" this song to Smudge. Sometimes things that happen in reality seem to be fiction, or maybe I just wished they were fiction. After 9 children, being raised in the strange utopia know as the Midwest and getting her car stolen in Providence (which I still cannot believe) she has taught me a lot about fiction and reality. Fiction is something that can mirror reality, but can reality mirror fiction? Based on a true story? But sometimes, doesn't our lives feel like they're based on fiction?
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I, for one, am not afraid of Sherry Mason. Sherry Mason is a SAINT. You bite your tongue before she sicks Smudge on you. BADGER, BADGER, BADGER.
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