It 'd be an interesting cliffhanger, kind of. Instead, let 's just pause a moment, and possibly read that again: “baby eating.” Now that I 've made a big deal about it, or attempted to at least, I 'll step back a bit and quickly note that he isn 't a cannibal. Imran had read “A Modest Proposal”, by Jonathan Swift, earlier that year. Whether he read the whole thing or just a part of it, I don 't quite remember. It was a satire about eating babies and the economic values of eating said babies. I, unfortunately, didn 't get to read the masterpiece until the next year. I remember how ridiculous the whole thing was, and I actually still have his poem written down somewhere. I 'd love to type the whole thing out here, but I never asked for his permission, and don 't want to embarrass him too much. A little bit is okay, though. We were just laughing about it all, and couldn 't really take anything else seriously for a bit after that. At one point, I watched him as he paused for a minute, trying to come up with a word that rhymed with “necessity.” I waited intensely. I waited, wondering what the next line would be, only to watch him slowly and hesitantly type out the letters forming “yessity.” It was a truly beautiful sight, and we laughed some more about his incredible brilliance. Back when I was in middle and high school, I 'd always do really poorly on any and all written assignments: essays, short stories, and even short answer
It 'd be an interesting cliffhanger, kind of. Instead, let 's just pause a moment, and possibly read that again: “baby eating.” Now that I 've made a big deal about it, or attempted to at least, I 'll step back a bit and quickly note that he isn 't a cannibal. Imran had read “A Modest Proposal”, by Jonathan Swift, earlier that year. Whether he read the whole thing or just a part of it, I don 't quite remember. It was a satire about eating babies and the economic values of eating said babies. I, unfortunately, didn 't get to read the masterpiece until the next year. I remember how ridiculous the whole thing was, and I actually still have his poem written down somewhere. I 'd love to type the whole thing out here, but I never asked for his permission, and don 't want to embarrass him too much. A little bit is okay, though. We were just laughing about it all, and couldn 't really take anything else seriously for a bit after that. At one point, I watched him as he paused for a minute, trying to come up with a word that rhymed with “necessity.” I waited intensely. I waited, wondering what the next line would be, only to watch him slowly and hesitantly type out the letters forming “yessity.” It was a truly beautiful sight, and we laughed some more about his incredible brilliance. Back when I was in middle and high school, I 'd always do really poorly on any and all written assignments: essays, short stories, and even short answer