Recently I was forced to read 141 pages worth of the oh-so-exciting autobiography of Ben Franklin.
I got nothing out of it.
In my opinion, his life could very easily be summed up in the following way:
"I was in Boston. I went to Philidelphia. I met some dudes. We were friends. I went back to Boston. I did some writing. I met some more dudes. I went to London. Some dude named Keith did some jerky stuff. Oh well. I met some other dudes. We became friends. I learned some stuff about writing. I went back to America. I wrote some more. I met some more dudes. I talked to people about the war. I started a library and a fire station and some school. I did some electricity experiments involving lightning, however I'm NOT GOING TO TELL YOU ABOUT THEM IN THIS BOOK. I employed people to sweep streets and WAY overthought the whole process of eliminating the dirt. I wrote some more. I had a lot of money. Uhhh...did I tell you about my library?"
I regret to admit that I somehow managed to read this entire autobiography in just 2 days. Even dorkier? I had to read it out loud just to maintain focus. I read probably an average of around 15 pages an hour. Sad, yes I know.
Can I go to college now?
that was awesome lol :)
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thanks? =] haha do i know you??
ReplyDeleteHaha that sounds like a perfectly dreadful read
ReplyDeleteOh absolutely. I'm sick of summer work. I'm almost thankful school's starting back up.
ReplyDeleteI got a 65 on this test...and then she made us retake it and I got a 45...which she bumped up to a 60 and took instead of the 65...haha
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