Tales From the Homeroom, Part II
After reading the the gag-fest that was Jane Austin's Sense and Sensibility, my class was forced to write a love letter from one character to another. Well, I suppose the girls were more willing--it was the (three) guys who were, in fact, forced. To be fair, Jane Austin isn't so bad if you're into really old femme-novels.
Onward!:
Erik Axdahl
Mrs. Jensen
AP English 12
April 27, 2003
Dearest Marianne,
I sit here on a benevolent precipice watching the golden sun slowly drift into its cradle amongst its fiery cousins of the heavens. Yet, even amongst all this natural beauty, my mind cannot but think of your beauteous countenance. I cry tears of love and hope that I may never have to leave your side in this countryside which is now analogous to Heaven for myself. I love you more than the love that binds itself into Cupid's arrow. I love you more than the sea, which nestles itself into the womb of the earth. I love you more than I love myself.
Every day that I awake only to find that you aren't by my side, I curse the malevolent fate that would deem such a thing to happen. Life simply is not worth living without you. You are a part of me just as my largest toe is to my beautiful foot. If I had to choose what part of my body you'd be, I'd choose you to be my upper lip, after long and arduous deliberation. Then, when you are my upper lip, I may always kiss you with my bottom lip (which is still mine) as I pronounce nouns and verbs in my daily speech. There would be no moment where I would not be kissing you, my love. But alas! I curse that horrible fate that would not make you my upper lip! Thus, we must make do with what God hath given us.
Yea, I would fight for you. I'd lie for you. I'd walk the world for you. Yea, I'd die for you. You know it's true. Everything I do--I do it for you.
With Infinite Love,
Your dearest Willoughbunny
Onward!:
Erik Axdahl
Mrs. Jensen
AP English 12
April 27, 2003
Dearest Marianne,
I sit here on a benevolent precipice watching the golden sun slowly drift into its cradle amongst its fiery cousins of the heavens. Yet, even amongst all this natural beauty, my mind cannot but think of your beauteous countenance. I cry tears of love and hope that I may never have to leave your side in this countryside which is now analogous to Heaven for myself. I love you more than the love that binds itself into Cupid's arrow. I love you more than the sea, which nestles itself into the womb of the earth. I love you more than I love myself.
Every day that I awake only to find that you aren't by my side, I curse the malevolent fate that would deem such a thing to happen. Life simply is not worth living without you. You are a part of me just as my largest toe is to my beautiful foot. If I had to choose what part of my body you'd be, I'd choose you to be my upper lip, after long and arduous deliberation. Then, when you are my upper lip, I may always kiss you with my bottom lip (which is still mine) as I pronounce nouns and verbs in my daily speech. There would be no moment where I would not be kissing you, my love. But alas! I curse that horrible fate that would not make you my upper lip! Thus, we must make do with what God hath given us.
Yea, I would fight for you. I'd lie for you. I'd walk the world for you. Yea, I'd die for you. You know it's true. Everything I do--I do it for you.
With Infinite Love,
Your dearest Willoughbunny
"ma'am"
2 Comments:
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I just noticed your comment on an old post.
Actually, it's spelled "Nik" as in short for "Nikki."
I proofread my posts [sometimes], foo!
Truthfully, from one guy to another, Jane Austin isn't that bad. I found her satirical nature to be refreshing and the fifteen page paper I wrote on her for British History pretty much wrote itself.
ABS.
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