But she did actually teach me something. Mrs. Reynolds was my horribly feminist, sex obsessed, liberal English teacher my senior year. Even as I type mRs. Reynolds I laugh because she hated the R in mrs. because it symbolized how a married woman became part of Mr. because then she was Mrs. instead of just Ms. or something like that rubbish.
Anyway, she was obsessed with symbols in literature. Now, I admit there are a lot of symbols in literatue... but she'd always have to take it to the next level. I am SURE that the authors had no idea this insane woman would be dissecting their work and somehow making a leaf falling and getting crunched by someone's foot turn into a girl finding herself then getting raped. I mean, really. Mrs. Reynolds would find this crap.
But she was right about rain as a symbol. (Probably because she found this symbol in a book by another English teacher. Silly woman.) She said rain was a symbol of baptism and rebirth. And with all this rain we're getting recently, I'm really feeling it.
I had a meeting with my bishop tonight about some things that have been weighing on me pretty heavily lately. And the rain today really felt like it was giving me a fresh start.
Moral of the story? I love the rain. I love my bishop. And I love my Savior.
:)
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- Annie Citrine
- Hi, I'm Annie. I like life. I think it's pretty DARN awesome. I like blogging because I like writing. And I like talking about my life. I like that people read about my life... which is vain, I know. But I do! I'm a very silly girl but you'll like me. I just know it. :)
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Hahaha. I agree with everything there. I just find it entertaining that you call her Satan at the beginning and love your Savior at the end. Hahahaha. Good times in senior English class. I need to find that book on Amazon and buy it. The end.
Hahaha!!! I had an English teacher my senior year like that toooooo!!!!!!!!!
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