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As I violently attack the keys in an attempt to type something that makes sense in the ways of relating to the title I’ve been given to write this stupid essay about, I begin to ponder upon what the point of the essay is. Will it serve society in any way? Will it promote world peace? Will it save the environment? No. It will tax my brain in order to satisfy the sadistic nature of one very busy English teacher / entrepeneur who doesn’t even need his job as an English teacher because his other jobs/businesses/whatever pay him a lot more than his teaching job. However, he is good at teaching English (the one subject he exells in, his Maths is terrible) but I still fail to see the point in this dumb essay. It has nothing to do with the actual topic that our coursework will need to be written on and serves no purpose other than to cause a major traffic jam in my subspace mind. If anybody finds any decent reasons for writing about the so-called ‘style’ of an unimportant chapter of the droning, monotonic work of Romanticism and Gothic literature that we all refer to as Frankenstein, feel free to let me know. In the mean time I will violently attack my subconscious with profanities and threats until it conjures something decent to write about this dumb subject matter. I NEED TO FINISH THIS SOON BEFORE I GO IRREVOCABLY INSANE.


My brain at the moment is working at the rate of a very profound subspace highway, as usual. Right now, that same subspace highway is experiencing a fucking traffic jam. Not the best of things to happen.

So here I am, honking my horn in the middle of this traffic jam and shouting profanities at the other ‘drivers’ in front of me. Those drivers turn around and tell me to wait my fucking turn because there are more important thoughts to be considered at this particular moment in time. This is all well and good as I have no problem with pondering upon ethical and moral issues but I have to do my fucking homework!

I guess I need to find a way to trick motivate my brain so that it will speed up this traffic jam and allow me to wittingly critisize the style of this overly melancholy extract from the world-renowned work of Gothic literature: Frankenstein. Alas, this isn’t working. I could spew profanities about this all day/night/whatever but I just don’t have the time nor the anger management to restrict myself to mere profanities. I’m becoming increasingly violent. I fear for my laptop.

However, the voice of logic and reason (and all things that make sense) tells me to get on with the essay before the pain in my wrist increases in severity and prevents me from continuing any further. Besides, violently attacking the laptop at my finger tips will not help anything.

Currently, when it comes to English essays, I seem to have writers’ block, which sucks because I really need to finish this essay. How am I supposed to ramble about the style of this Frankenstein extract with no mind material to conjure the words to explain and describe it? I really do not know.

More Essays?

I’ve come to wonder how one English teacher can ask for so many essays. It’s taxing my brain heavily to write anything, let alone anything decent. If I can’t write the best that I’m capable of, I just can’t write at all. That’s how I work… If I can, I will; if I can’t, I won’t. Simple, right? After all, there’s only so much I can say about the melancholy Gothic literature of Frankenstein. How do I comment on the style when all Frankenstein does in the extract is drone on about mountains and the sublimity of nature? Maaaann… My brain hurts.