My mission these past two weeks has been to write a satire—actually, a sequel to a satire on the history of curriculum, specifically, the Paleolithic Saber Tooth Curriculum...
It was due at midnight.
It was seven pages strong when I began finalizing early Sunday morning.
The minimum requirement was 2,400 words or, roughly, ten pages give or take.
At 11:53 p.m. it was 5,000 plus words and fourteen pages long.
Hopefully I won’t be dinged for verbosity.
I may not have hit all the points—or any, for that matter—but feel it's decently written and quite humorous in parts (it made me laugh!).
Alas, this morning, I noticed a number of mechanical errors—missing words, lack of apostrophes, etc.
Why-oh-why can’t I see these glaring errors prior to submission?
Oh that's right—it was midnight when I read my final draft!
The teenager, bless his teen heart, gave me a warm fuzzy this morning.
He asked if I made the deadline.
I said, yes, but had noticed—too late—a number of errors.
I said, yes, but had noticed—too late—a number of errors.
He said, “That’s okay, I’m sure you’ll get “100”—you always get 100s".
Ain’t he sweet!
Speaking of the teenager…
He’s reading “The Sword in the Stone,” which I had no idea is a satire, for Honor's English.
He, too, had to write a satire.
While it has a bit of an “Ick’ factor (it’s titled “Veggie Ball” and is about football—need I say more?), it’s definitely witty and satiric!
I went looking for it this morning—for posterity sake—but with flash drives, documents have a way of disappearing from his laptop.
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