Just a quick post before I go to sleep.
When I was in college, taking classes on how to be a writer, I was invariably assigned books or short stories to read in order to learn the craft of writing. Some of the works were awesome. Some were pedestrian. Whatever. That’s not the point of this post. I just remember thinking that my ultimate goal as a writer wasn’t simply to be a professional author. I wanted my work to live beyond me. I wanted what I wrote to be considered so important, so daring, so unique — so revolutionary — that burgeoning writers would be studying my works for generations after I was gone. I mean, Shakespeare is still popular, right?
Anyway, I won’t be so foolish as to compare anything I’ve written to anything the Great Bard penned, however, it seems as though I won’t have to wait as long as I thought I’d have to before college students started studying my writing. Today I noticed that I was getting some traffic from a Virginia’s Community Colleges. It turns out that one of my blog posts is required reading for an English class.
It looks like the students will be given a quiz over what they read. I wonder what the question about my article is.
Q: What did René Garcia Jr. see explode out of the floor inside a restaurant he worked at?
A: Raw sewage. (This answer is worth 10 points.)