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If you guys recognize the blog post title, then I like you. If you recognize the blog post title specifically from Guitar Hero III, then I like you x2.

So as we’ve gotten deeper and deeper into All Quiet in the Western Front in my class, one of the things that has stood out to me is how Paul, the main character feels about his and his comrades age and maturity level. Though they’re still young, their mind’s age is so old because of all they’ve been through. What should have been their last years of youth were spent in the war, which forced them to become men.

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So in English class, we’ve been reading All Quiet in the Western Front. And the protagonist is this guy named Paul. And he’s lonely.

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blogA Work of Artifice

The bonsai tree
in the attractive pot
could have grown eighty feet tall
on the side of a mountain
till split by lightning.
But a gardener
carefully pruned it.
It is nine inches high.
Every day as he
whittles back the branches
the gardener croons,
It is your nature
to be small and cozy,
domestic and weak;
how lucky, little tree,
to have a pot to grow in.
With living creatures
one must begin very early
to dwarf their growth:
the bound feet,
the crippled brain,
the hair in curlers,
the hands you
love to touch.

Marge Piercy

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“Kid, you’ll move mountains”

So today in English class, we talked about what we did over break, we were asked to write about it. And so I did. And I realized, wow, I really didn’t do much but “recover” from school. As I was writing about it, I was thinking of all the days that I’ve ever spent inside the house, on my computer or whatever else. There’s been so many days that I’ve wasted, just laying around being lazy when I could’veĀ done something.

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One of the biggest reasons as to why I had gotten contacts for my eyes was that one of the few things that my first date had said to me was:

“Uh, Lindsay? Your glasses are uh, squishing my face and it hurts”

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