Saturday, December 31, 2011

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I browsed my old blog from middle and high school to remind myself how awkard I was, and happened to come across this treasure. Before you read that little snippet below, here is an explanation:
I was kicked out of Mr. Arnold’s tenth grade English class early on in the school year, and that was probably one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. Mr. Arnold moved me up to Mr. Dahl’s IBMYP class — a class that shaped me as an individual more so than any other class I took in high school. I probably wouldn’t be at U.Va if I’d remained in Mr. Arnold’s class instead of challenging myself.
When I became a senior, Mr. Arnold found me in his class again, but this time for his IB HL English class. The first day started with the typical getting-to-know-you worksheet in which he asked us for our favorite book, among other things. Mine at the time was Shakespeare’s Hamlet, but Mr. Arnold and I also had a little chat about what happened sophomore year as the rest of the class listened on.
Mr. Arnold: I actually moved you up to Mr. Dahl’s class
Me:  I guess so.
Mr. Arnold:  He really is constipated, isn’t he?
Mr. Arnold: I mean, is he going to kill his uncle, or is he not going to kill his uncle?
Me: (Realizing he was talking about Hamlet and not Mr. Dahl)  Oh!

(Originally posted June 5, 2010)

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