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Our poetry teacher told us in the beginning that she'd be giving pop quizzes throughout the year. At the end of last class she was all like, "And remember, you're going to have to take your first quiz eventually." So I think it's going to be tomorrow. But I have no idea how to study for it. I mean, I'm sure it's going to be on the first section of poets (Shakespeare, Donne, Milton). But I have no idea what's going to be on the quiz. I'll remember that Milton was the one that went blind, and wrote Paradise Lost, if it's on the quiz.
My Religious Studies teacher was talking about his one encounter with the Moonies in the 70's. He bought Christmas records from them in the food court of a mall. When he got home and took the vinyl out of the cover and slip paper there was a picture of Sun Myung Moon in the center. When he asked if anyone was a Moonie before he told the story (cuz he has to be careful not to offend anyone), of course i didn't raise my hand because I haven't identified with the church in a long time. I kind of want to write a paper about my experiences in it, or like a short nonfiction piece, eventually.
I remember going door to door when i was five along with my parents while they were witnessing, which is really embarrassing when i look back on it, but i'm glad i was too young to understand then. I remember having to be baby sat by this abusive woman because my mom had to sell flowers on the street for the church. i remember being told that if you had sex before marriage, or married outside the church or dated that i was going to go to hell. and also if i was in a situation where i was going to be raped it'd be better to kill myself.
someone broke into someone's house in our neighborhood.
My Religious Studies teacher was talking about his one encounter with the Moonies in the 70's. He bought Christmas records from them in the food court of a mall. When he got home and took the vinyl out of the cover and slip paper there was a picture of Sun Myung Moon in the center. When he asked if anyone was a Moonie before he told the story (cuz he has to be careful not to offend anyone), of course i didn't raise my hand because I haven't identified with the church in a long time. I kind of want to write a paper about my experiences in it, or like a short nonfiction piece, eventually.
I remember going door to door when i was five along with my parents while they were witnessing, which is really embarrassing when i look back on it, but i'm glad i was too young to understand then. I remember having to be baby sat by this abusive woman because my mom had to sell flowers on the street for the church. i remember being told that if you had sex before marriage, or married outside the church or dated that i was going to go to hell. and also if i was in a situation where i was going to be raped it'd be better to kill myself.
someone broke into someone's house in our neighborhood.
