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A Story by Chloe Dow
A Story by Chloe Dow
It’s difficult to make the case that Jane Austen wrote bad sentences in her novels, especially in Pride and Prejudice. Jane Austen was known for many qualities: her wit, her sarcasm, movie adaptations that put guys like me to sleep (but that’s not her fault). One thing that Jane Austen is NOT known for is writing bad sentences.
Since writing is so subjective, it’s tough to define what makes a bad sentence. The lazy approach would be to treat a bad sentence like pornography; you can’t define it, but you know it when you see it. Unlike a certain former United States Supreme Court judge whose name I can’t remember, I can define pornography (if certain body parts are involved and mix in with other body parts, it’s pornography).
The same applies to bad writing (having the standard, not the body parts). Once you have a set standard, it’s…
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“Hi there, I am a poor university student looking for a -”
“To whom it my concern, I’m a full time university student looking for a –”
“Your background is impressive, but no”
“Hi there, I was just –”
“But I -”
Looking and searching for employment, like an animal for food or a person looking for water in the desert.
Job opportunities are like a mirage in the oppressive heat of the desert. They appear when you’re most desperate. You widen your tired eyes, rub them once or twice, just to see if what you’re seeing is real and then you run, and you run with hope in your thoughts and resume in hand to apply and you get there, and it keeps getting further and further away until it fades into nothing but disappointment.
And its like you never learnt or just forgot, because you keep going and going and trying and trying, even if you know its going to turn into nothing – because it felt so real, you could almost hear “You’re hired” escape from your potential employers lips, but yet, to no avail you get the same generic email over and over again, week by week, month by month and soon enough, year by year.
It stares you in the face; those who are cosily employed laugh in your face or whinge and whine about how horrible their life is. It stares you down, until you feel no longer valuable.
Friends and family treat you like a charity case – you have little to no choice to let your partner buy dinner, you have little to no choice to let your parents pay your bills.
You have little to no choice.
You are little and are nothing – just a statistic.
We’re all just statistics – an expense; a number