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I Love School, It Doesn't Love Me

So did you figure out the questions from yesterday? Did your eyes glaze over? Mine did. I thought it would go better after a full nights' sleep but yeah, no. In looking at my scores, I thought I did ok but um, I don't know now. I just googled ACT score and it wasn't pretty. If I tried to get into a decent school with a 20 on my ACT, I think they would laugh at me. And my SAT? Bwahahahaha. 354 Verbal and 409 Math. Thank goodness I didn't go into debt by going to school right away. At least now, when the baby that's baking goes to school, I stand a shot at getting a degree that I can actually use.

Has that happened to you? You miss the school work but not the drama of school? Is it just me? I find myself really into the books you were forced to read in school. Beowulf (before the CGI Angelina movie came out thank you very much), The Great Gatsby (though the Robert Redford one is my fave movie version). I've found that the book is usually better than the movie. I think that's the case with just about any book that's made into a movie. Stephen King books are a prime example of that. Christine, Firestarter and Cat's Eye? Awesome books, awesome movies. Anything else by him is better in the book I think.

What book, that was made into a movie, is one you would recommend? What one should we avoid? Speak up, lemme know =0)


Anonymous said…
If you like stephen king, I would say Misery. I read the book in one night, it was that good. The movie was good too, kathy bates NAILED the character. NAILED it.

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