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by Jack Granath
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I guess I learned a lot in this class. Freshman Comp is a drag but that’s not necessarily the teacher’s fault. Don’t kill the messenger, as Mr. Evans said so himself. Mr. Evans has many strong points. Also some weak points. For instance, he didn’t come to class as often as one might like. When he did come to class, he often talked about the “East Coast” and what it was like to go to a real school. He was rude to one or two people. And then there’s his girlfriend (as in different-from-his-wife girlfriend), who conducted many of the classes when he wasn’t there. We call her “The Minion”, which isn’t nice, I know, but accurate. She’s actually another student in the class. Mr. Evans tells her what we should talk about and we talk about it. She says that sometimes he’s in hiding, for various reasons. (You probabley know about this) She also says she’s not pregnant and I believe her. Overall, the class was very informative, even when it was taught by The Minion. I give Mr. Evans 6 out of 10.
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The service in this restaurant was really terrific because I hate it when the waiter asks me how I want my meat cooked and this one didn’t. He just brought it out. A little undercooked but that’s ok. I find it creepy when they ask how I want my meat. I’m like yeah right, who wants to know? Plus my sister’s a vegetarian. She wasn’t here but if I got asked about my meat I would have pictured her cringing and sometimes I really can’t handle that. Like tonight. I couldn’t have handled it, the image of that sullen dishrag wrecking everything for the rest of us. As usual. So thanks for a great job.
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First of all thank you for the opportunity of letting me express my thoughts. In an election year of this magnitude the multiple choice questions (see above) just don’t cut it. In today’s world multiple choices aren’t enough, so I want to thank you for this white space to write my thoughts in, as per the instructions. So yes, I kind of like the one you seem to want me to say I like, the potty-mouthed god-fearing one, the problem is he doesn’t look presidential. Also he’s in the wrong party. I don’t vote that way. But there’s the rub as they say, because the ones in my party are so boring. Some of them look presidential but I hate them when they talk. My husband (who does vote that way) (and also hunts rabbits) says they’re like watching paint dry but I think they’re more like falling asleep in front of the tv, which is what I do whenever I see them. So I can’t make up my mind. But thank you again for this white space. As a voter in one of the most important election years ever probably, I really appreciate it.
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Hello,
I found this customer complaint card in a drawer in one of your rooms and I wasn’t sure if I had to fill it out or if it was an option. I decided to be on the safe side even if I can’t think of much to complain about. I had a pretty good stay here. If I was to complain about anything it would probably be the general dinginess of the room. But that’s not much considering what you charge. Then again I don’t think bright colors cost more. But maybe they were bright colors once, long long ago. I don’t know how these things work since I’m not a hotel manager or anything. Speaking of which—man, what a prick! No, just kidding. Now that would be something to complain about.
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To be honest I really wouldn’t fill out this feedback form if I knew how not to. If I clicked on the little red x would it go away? Or would it break my computer or spray poison ink? You probably won’t tell me, so herer goes. Yes, I enjoyed visiting your webpage. No, I didn’t have any problems using it. No also, I can’t think of a way to improve it. Which doesn’t mean it’s perfection or anything. I just can’t think of a way. For other comments I would have to say the main problem is I never tried to come here in the first place. I just clicked and there I was. That’s always happening to me. I didn’t know a damn thing about sugar gliders before I came here and now I know. They’re like small monkeys, right? Kind of cute and kind of creepy and way way too expensive. And probably not very good eating despite the name. Is this enough? It doesn’t say what’s enough.
Jack Granath is a librarian in Kansas City. His writing, poetry mainly, has appeared in about forty journals and magazines, including the Alaska Quarterly, South Carolina, and Global City reviews.
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