When I think back to high school and college, I think about how little effort I put into writing papers. It was way too easy to get a passing grade. I apologize for sounding braggy. School is just dumb because our education system is a joke.
In the last essay I wrote to attain my bachelor’s degree in English & Creative Writing, I compared a novel’s main antagonist to the Joker from Christopher Nolan’s The Dark Knight. Considering this was a class about ethnic literature, and the book in question was Kindred by Octavia Butler (wherein a black woman unexpectedly travels back in time to meet her white, slave-owning ancestor), even I felt like this was a bit of a stretch. But it was my last essay, for a class I hadn’t even wanted to take, and I figured I could fake it enough to pass.
I got an A.
