My Enemy is My Teacher, sort of an ender's game outlook |
My Enemy is My Teacher, sort of an ender's game outlook |
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![]() fell in love with a boy ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 523 Joined: May 2004 Member No: 16,965 ![]() |
I’ve allied myself with whom I thought were my enemies.
Now I see, that they are not my enemies, but they are my teachers. They cause my brain to malfunction, causing it unable to respond quickly enough Or sufficiently enough to their attacks. But each time I fall, I learn how to deal with that same attack. I can predict which move they will make next. Not only do I learn how to deal with their new attacks But I learn how to formulate my own. My enemy is my teacher. |
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![]() Another ditch in the road... you keep moving ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 6,281 Joined: Jan 2005 Member No: 85,152 ![]() |
its nice... it goes quite well with the play Educating Rita for english.... or at least the way i interpret that, which is entirely different from the rest of my class...
well done, lindsey |
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