Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Poetic Justice?

This morning, one of the summers asked me to proof read an assignment, and I eviscerated it for him. It was awkward for everyone involved, really, but a little vindicating for me.

Tonight, my mother read over my shoulder and suggested "clever asides" for an email I was editing. And then corrected "my" writing. Did I mention that this email was an email she wrote?

What goes around comes around, apparently.


Molly said...

That sounds like my mom.

All rights reserved to my snotty and generally self-deprecating writing. And if your comments bother me, I'll delete them. That's right, pumpkin.
...How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
-- Emily Dickinson