Prorsum

So the boy who can decipher Dicken’s psychotic ass in less then a minute; the boy who analyzes a writing to be proto-feminist, or that a wilted stump represents the characters inability to grow; the boy who spends hours dissecting and tearing apart every word and symbol in a single literary work to find a purpose that not even the author himself could conceive; the damn boy whose response to a literary work is feared by others for the fact that their response is going to be omitted from the discussion. 

No, this boy does not rightfully deserve the prestigious Senior English Award. Give it to the kid who thinks the poem My Life Had stood a Loaded Gun is simply about a relationship with God, when is actuality it’s about the oppression of the female not being able to publish her writing. 

I may be sulking, but I damn well deserved it, and so did Autumn.