whd507
02-04-2009, 10:17 AM
<o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com<img src=" http:="" www.mercurymarauder.net="" forums="" images="" smilies="" redface.gif="" border="0" alt="" title="Embarrassment" smilieid="3" class="inlineimg"></o:smarttagtype> I was going through my old teacher stuff, while I was cleaning my home office this morning.
I found this little gem, I thought y'all would enjoy it.
The professor told his class one day: "Today we will experiment with a new
form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair
off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right.<o:p></o:p>
"As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short
story. You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send another copy
to me. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another
paragraph to the story and send it back, also sending another copy to me.
The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back-and-forth."<o:p></o:p>
"Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the
story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails
and anything you wish to say must be written in the e-mail. The story is
over when both agree a conclusion has been reached."
The following was actually turned in by two of his English students: Rebecca
and Gary.
THE STORY: (first paragraph by Rebecca)
At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The
chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now
reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he
liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off
Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too
much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the
question.
(Second paragraph by <st1:city><st1:place>Gary</st1:place></st1:city>)
Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now
In orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the
neuroses of an air-headed, asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had
spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geost Station 17,"
he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No
sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off, a bluish
particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's
cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and
across the cockpit.
(Rebecca)
He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one
last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever
had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless
hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law
Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper
one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared
out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly
and carefree, with no newspaper to read, no television to distract her from
her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why
must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.
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(<st1:city><st1:place>Gary</st1:place></st1:city>)
Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands
of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its
lithium fusion missiles. The dimwitted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the
unilateral Aerospace disarmament Treaty through the congress had left
Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined
to destroy the human race. <o:p></o:p>
Within two hours after the passage of the treaty
the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to
pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly
initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the
atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine
headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of <st1:place>Guam</st1:place>, felt the
inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid Laurie.
(Rebecca)
This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing
partner is a violent, chauvinistic, semi-literate, and adolescent.
(<st1:city><st1:place>Gary</st1:place></st1:city>)
Yeah? Well, my writing partner is a self-centered, tedious, neurotic, whose
attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh, shall I
Have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of DAMN TEA??? Oh
no, what am I to do? I'm such an air headed bimbo who reads too many
Danielle Steele novels!"
(Rebecca)
A-word
(<st1:city><st1:place>Gary</st1:place></st1:city>)
B-word
(Rebecca)
SCREW YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!!
(<st1:city><st1:place>Gary</st1:place></st1:city>)
In your dreams, Ho. Go drink some tea.
(TEACHER)
A+ I really liked this one. <o:p></o:p>
I found this little gem, I thought y'all would enjoy it.
The professor told his class one day: "Today we will experiment with a new
form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair
off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right.<o:p></o:p>
"As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short
story. You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send another copy
to me. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another
paragraph to the story and send it back, also sending another copy to me.
The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back-and-forth."<o:p></o:p>
"Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the
story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails
and anything you wish to say must be written in the e-mail. The story is
over when both agree a conclusion has been reached."
The following was actually turned in by two of his English students: Rebecca
and Gary.
THE STORY: (first paragraph by Rebecca)
At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The
chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now
reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he
liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off
Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too
much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the
question.
(Second paragraph by <st1:city><st1:place>Gary</st1:place></st1:city>)
Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now
In orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the
neuroses of an air-headed, asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had
spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geost Station 17,"
he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No
sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off, a bluish
particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's
cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and
across the cockpit.
(Rebecca)
He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one
last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever
had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless
hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law
Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper
one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared
out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly
and carefree, with no newspaper to read, no television to distract her from
her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why
must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.
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<!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
(<st1:city><st1:place>Gary</st1:place></st1:city>)
Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands
of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its
lithium fusion missiles. The dimwitted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the
unilateral Aerospace disarmament Treaty through the congress had left
Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined
to destroy the human race. <o:p></o:p>
Within two hours after the passage of the treaty
the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to
pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly
initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the
atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine
headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of <st1:place>Guam</st1:place>, felt the
inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid Laurie.
(Rebecca)
This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing
partner is a violent, chauvinistic, semi-literate, and adolescent.
(<st1:city><st1:place>Gary</st1:place></st1:city>)
Yeah? Well, my writing partner is a self-centered, tedious, neurotic, whose
attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh, shall I
Have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of DAMN TEA??? Oh
no, what am I to do? I'm such an air headed bimbo who reads too many
Danielle Steele novels!"
(Rebecca)
A-word
(<st1:city><st1:place>Gary</st1:place></st1:city>)
B-word
(Rebecca)
SCREW YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!!
(<st1:city><st1:place>Gary</st1:place></st1:city>)
In your dreams, Ho. Go drink some tea.
(TEACHER)
A+ I really liked this one. <o:p></o:p>