So, I just remembered something that I found so embarrassing that it makes me cringe just to think about it.
That said, it's only really embarrassing in a "How the hell was I not caught?" sort of way, and it might make a marginally amusing little story, so here it is:
Second or third year English, I guess I must have been about fourteen or so, my Teacher gave us an hour to write a poem.
Now, if you've paid attention to my ramblings in the past, you might have noted I don't actually understand poetry, even as a basic concept. As in, I can't even grasp why someone would ever bother writing one instead of just writing a song or a story, as my mind seems to want to phrase it: "Like a normal person".
So, that was a problem. Compound that with the fact that back at School, I would often freeze up if assigned essays, looking for the most perfect possible way of phrasing each sentence but never finding it... And I ended up staring at the page for a hellish 50 minutes that felt like years.
When the Teacher announced that ten minutes remained, I panicked and hastily scrawled out what I could remember of Raziel's monologue from the opening cutscene of Soul Reaver. Taking a second sheet of paper, I revised it to make it rhyme.
Highest mark I ever got in that class. She even gave me a whole bunch of disturbingly enthusiastic praise for it.
...Is Vampires with Biblical names tossing their mutant brothers into a whirlpool a normal subject matter for High School poetry, or was she just so shocked I'd actually written something for once she didn't stop to check if it made any form of sense?




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