I have just finished marking the first lot of year 12 essays.
They were truly appalling…. I don’t think I have ever seen a more awful calibre of writing from a year 12 group in my life. The topic was “One must belong in order to have an identity.” They were free to agree or disagree. The novel we studied was ‘Catcher in the Rye’, and they could write in any form they liked, (ie story, persuasive, feature article, etc.)
* It’s completely unlogical that you can only discover your identity upon finding where you belong. “Loser” is an identity, isn’t it?”
* In ‘Catcher in the Rye’ Holden has certainly not found where he belongs, but all through the book we identify him as a cynical, troubled pain in the bum.
* One was drawn to it, like a moth to a corrupted candle. (How can a candle be corrupted…. no. Never mind. I don’t want to know.)
* He crept up the stairs stealthed by years of practice.
* Are you just another face crowd?
* I became a mennace to society. (Love the double n. A rebel indeed…)
* Her voice is like an elephant’s horn. (must be a music student… I think she means ‘trumpet’.)
* Those who have been dejected by their peers… (They mean ‘rejected’)
After all, what ever happened to corporal punishment? A bit of waterboarding would do these brats some good.
* But I battled through it, attempting to disregard their abuses which often included names such as “brace face” and “smart arse” and several others containing rather disrespectful obscenities. (Umm… when are obscenities ever respectful?)
* The protesters were getting no sign of appreciation from the government.
* First came the colon, second came the ground. (No, I don’t know either…)
* Emma, Julia and Max all glanced up at me beaming teeth.
* I wedge the fat brown wad of conformity between my teeth… (Relax…. it’s a cigar. A tobacco one. At least I hope it is…)
* His mother stood at the door with her saggy and very old looking face of hers.
And my personal favourite:
* He hated the in crowd. They all had bludging biceps…