cheese or shock?
There's a scene near the end of Flowers for Algernon in which the main character decides that he won't get dinner until he starts writing his reports. This morning I found myself trying to finish 38 essays on Flowers by denying myself lunch. Is this ironic or just fitting?
I'm done for the day: all exams marked, all final marks in the system. Now there's nothing to do but strut.
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