Gen X was built different. 😏
Sometimes the literal night before, off the top of my head….if only that was a marketable skill
I feel triggered by this post. And the memory of my English teacher's bright green BULLSHIT stamp, which he used liberally on me when it was warranted. RIP, Jim.
I was an English major, French minor, when the internet was all dial-up. I was staying up all night writing 20-page discourses, translating nonsense back and forth, handing it in at my 8 a.m. "History of the English Language" class, and getting a B or higher.














