Friday, December 11, 2009
Haiku Friday: Portrait of the Law Student As a Young Man
The above self-portrait shows the sad childhood of my student, Justin T. This image is just one of several which display the depressing world of a boy forced to watch a coin-operated washing machine instead of a television, made to sleep every night on a tanning bed, who ate alone at a diner every day for lunch, and whose only friend was an imaginary mohawk-sporting, guitar playing giraffe.
Fortunately, things worked out for Justin-- I have found that as a law student, he works hard on things he enjoys. Apparently, there were no long-term effects of watching the wash every day.
So, let's haiku today about our childhood eccentricities. For what it is worth, I consider childhood to last right through college...
Here is mine:
Our game: Ride your bike
Fast to the guard rail, then stop;
George bit off his tongue!
Now it is your turn...
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Oft did I dream of
Worlds undreamt by man or god
They are my stories.
(Context: I would often tell my parents fanciful lies when I was a child of worlds and people that didn't exist. Those that have stuck with me have become the basis for my short stories. Of course, being a young turk with a taste for science fiction and fantasy has made me a nerd, a somewhat endearing quality that has stuck with me into adulthood, and cursed me with a tendency toward escapism as a method of dealing with stress.)
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Worlds undreamt by man or god
They are my stories.
(Context: I would often tell my parents fanciful lies when I was a child of worlds and people that didn't exist. Those that have stuck with me have become the basis for my short stories. Of course, being a young turk with a taste for science fiction and fantasy has made me a nerd, a somewhat endearing quality that has stuck with me into adulthood, and cursed me with a tendency toward escapism as a method of dealing with stress.)
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