The Lunxicon

At least, that is what I was told in high school. “Vincent,” my English teacher once said, “you are such a recalcitrant young man.” At the time, I felt this was a bit of an exaggeration. I wasn’t disobedient or particularly anti-authority; I just wanted to be left alone to read, headbang, play video games, and think about girls I would never talk to (let alone touch the legs of). In hindsight, though, perhaps drawing out the Slayer and Sepultura logos instead of writing notes about Thomas Hardy and proclaiming that Hardy was a masturbatory boor and that Sylvia Plath should’ve just offed herself as a child so we wouldn’t have to read her “whining” were offenses great enough to put me in that category. In any case, Mr. Milnes seemed rather surprised that I understood his complaint, and when I told him that I wasn’t recalcitrant, just bored, I was met with the bitter stare of a man who hates his job.

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