You wooed me from the start
With your promises of teaching me perfect grammer
And the secret to diagramming sentences
And in the beginning,
You were wonderful:
Full of compliments and praise
For my intelligence.

But something changed.

Now you redicule my knowledge
And kick me with low quiz scores
Just when I thought I was doing better
When I thought I was good enough
You beat me down again.

All I ever wanted
Was a little love from intermediate grammer.
But now,
My love for language has turned
To chomp me in the ass.

11/04/2003

Author's Note: Ok, so this started as a joke. I am in linguistics and sometimes I get it, sometimes I don't. I mean, it's a real emotional rollercoaster, and I found the best analogy for it is comparing it to an abusive relationship. I do not mean to make light of abusive relationships, it's just that just when I think things are going great, Linguistics is starting to treat me right, WHAM! I fail a quiz. I don't know what I think of this poem, probably total crap.

Posted on 11/05/2003
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