Gaformen
November 4th, 2005It seems that a couple of times a year, I remember something from ninth grade that may seem arbitrary, but that has perplexed me nonetheless all these years.
I was working on a project assigned by my history teacher. I can’t remember much of it now, but the teacher had asked us to write about a perfect world that we would create. I talked to Glen about what I would call my created world, and he said something like When I need to use an imaginary name, I always say Gaformen.
As the other students in the class presented their pieces, I started to feel something like a second-class citizen. Read the rest of this entry »