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>>6211116
Sorry, wasn't aware that being on the opposite side of the argument automatically made me "mad". I'll try to agree with everything you say next time to make you feel better.

And I got a shit ton out of my education. My work ethic drastically improved because I saw what happened when I was lazy, I learned about a lot of things that I really love, I learned everything I currently know related to my field, I learned how to effeciently work together with a group of people I'm sort of unfamiliar with, I learned how to deal with shitty peers/co-workers and how to deal with vague requirements by information gathering and asking questions. And the most important part was that I learned how to learn, so now that I'm out of school I'm not stuck with the skillset I left with, but I can quickly improve it and learn while working at the same time. I could go on.

>>6211133
Nice response.

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>take literary analysis course
>have to read My Papa's Waltz by Roethke
>professor asks the class our opinions on the poem
>professor eventually says that if you think this poem is about anything other than abuse, then you are wrong
>professor said his reading of the poem is the correct one

Well, /lit/, is he right insofar as there is a [correct] way of reading the poem? Is there one correct interpretation of a poem? Some students thought the poem was about a father and child playfully waltzing.

The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.

We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother’s countenance
Could not unfrown itself.

The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.

You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.

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>>4559729

> there are people on /lit/ RIGHT NOW that aren't theists

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