The Conduct of Life
(or why I now hate English 102) I've spent the last two days staring at blank word document trying to write a comparison paper for my English class. Don't get me wrong - I love to write, if that writing is me, sitting here doing a blog post. You know, my mind is free to think about what it wants, I can type at will, no special formatting, no works cited. You get the idea here, right? I hate writing when I have to write about something that doesn't interest me. at.all. zilch. nothing doing with this play. Seriously, I couldn't find one good thing about it. The paper was supposed to be about the play "The Conduct of Life" by Maria Irene Fornes. hated it. I know, hate is a strong word, but really, that's all I got. And I didn't even hate the play because it took place in the 80's and some punk had the nerve to say he wasn't alive then. Which made me feel old - but now that I think about it, he probably was, right?? Everyo...