MLA is a sort-of nickname from high school, brought about by my beloved English teacher, Mrs. Jones ("Jones" to any Marianites). We always had to write our papers in Modern Language Association (MLA) format. MLA has a bunch of ridiculous rules. Jones was a very fast, spasmodic speaker, and whenever she would go off on a tangent about MLA it often came out sounding like a boozed-up, Southern version of my name; something like "emillaaay". I guess you had to be there.
Jones and I had a love-hate relationship. I once jumped from the windowsill from her desk wearing a cape made out of a tablecloth. This was in the twelfth grade and not the second. Jones' son plays the banjo in Frontier Ruckus.
I am become Death
13 years ago
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