It's whacky
It's tacky
Our teacher may smoke cracky*
It's...
Blade"runner"
The unit of "work" we are currently studying is Bladerunner, a movie about the distant future, where man has finally been superceded by his own creations, superior to us in every way. Except one, which may be that we don't stink as much. Wait, maybe I'm thinking of Planet of the Apes.

The point is, that while there theoretically should be a lot to say about this whacky sci-fi slapstick comedy, the fact is nobody seems to know exactly what it is they are supposed to say. So we are forced turn to so called experts, who probably did their thesis on RENT, and wouldn't know a decent documentary on the art of Bladerunning if it leapt ten feet in the air, bared it's razor sharp teeth, tore of their head and let blood spray everywhere in an effect resembling the Hyde Park fountain. Here is a transcript of a lecture we went to on Bladerunner:

PROFESSOR:......and saves his life, just like that. Now you kids might find that a bit "whack", I know. The reason he does though, is that the replicants, whilst being robots, become "More Human than Yudge". Like, all friendly like. Any questions?
MEMBER OF OUR CLASS: If they were so humane, why did they butcher all those people in such needlessly gruesome and slow ways?
PROFESSOR: Well, sometimes we might question their methods. But, in a sense, aren't we ALL replicants? (Silence)
MEMBER OF OUR CLASS: No.
PROFESSOR: Well, I don't know about you guys, but I sure am! (proceeds to plunge his hand into boiling hot water to retrieve an egg, causing his hand to burn off. Examines bloody stump.) Well, obviously I'm not. Thanks everyone for coming today, please buy my book, 'The Art of Literary Criticism'. You should probably ignore that chapter about being a replicant, though.


Next week: A Brave New World!
OUR TWO UNIT ENGLISH CLASS!!!!!!!!!!
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*Note: We have recently changed teachers (again). Our current teacher most definitely does not smoke cracky. I'd alter the poem, but as they say, if a poem doesn't rhyme, then it's not worth reading (I'm looking at you, Peter Skrykalykalevskii)