You know, I think I kind of like writing in long, run-on sentences, even though it’s entirely wrong to do so and even though I am careful not to do so in any professional writing I do, but it’s nice to see long blocks of text just going on endlessly and the way that WordPress (or my theme) makes them all nice and square, which makes it a sight to behold, which I imagine is why a teacher in school always liked long essays and didn’t much care what you wrote in them, even if you wrote utter nonsense or perhaps threw in a list of menu items which had nothing to do with the content and were only used to pad the essay to make it appear longer and which was a trick some students used with success for quite some time before the teacher even noticed, which is somewhat amazing since we would walk up to him with our homework and he would read and grade them on the spot, and comment on how insightful the essays were and give them good grades, while the students likely fought back fits of laughter, knowing that their essays largely made no sense at all, and they got good grades regardless, which makes you wonder how well the teacher himself had paid attention in the classes he had taken to teach us what he was teaching us, but, of course, it was not our place to question that and I’m pretty sure he had tenure anyway, so it’s not like the school could have done anything if they knew, and maybe they did know, because this wasn’t the only teacher to basically and seemingly coast through the day and, before you ask, no, this was not one of my English teachers, though I did have an English teacher once that, in retrospect, I am reasonably sure was a bit sexist, as I started out in that class, which was an advanced English class, with high A’s and did not do as well for the remainder of the year, and the teacher was reluctant to recommend me for the advanced English course the following year, and she always seemed to “hang out” with several of the girls in the class, so you have to wonder what was going on there, but, in any event, I did get her reluctant signature to sign off on me getting into the advanced English class the following year and, from then on out, I got excellent grades in every subsequent English course I took, even doubling up on English courses one year, and even doing well in a class taught by a former college professor who was considered one of the difficult teachers, yet none were as “difficult” as the presumed sexist teacher of my freshman year, though I suspect all of them would be appalled by this blog were they to see it, so I’ll hope that none of them ever do, and, at any rate, I do this knowing it is terribly bad grammar and am only doing it for effect, so that sort of makes it okay, even though an English teacher would surely cringe at this blog post and perhaps retroactively try to lower my grades, but they cannot, so there, ha ha, I win.