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.

1 comments:

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