tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938205840267425932.post987552319850870303..comments2024-03-17T02:28:54.336+08:00Comments on The Bright Side: The Ghost of OkwandarJennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14359604151544863025noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938205840267425932.post-48378301682099287892012-04-18T21:05:01.129+08:002012-04-18T21:05:01.129+08:00Yikes! My first stepfather went to a Convent schoo...Yikes! My first stepfather went to a Convent school while growing up in Port Arthur, and has horror stories to tell about getting smacked around by the Sisters. That's funny--there's a quintessential goth band called Sisters of Mercy; products of the same school system, perhaps? I wonder if that perpetual strictness fosters any self-discipline at all, or instead breeds an abiding contempt for all rules, even remotely sensible ones? Gotta run.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938205840267425932.post-70314731204333879682012-04-18T16:39:50.968+08:002012-04-18T16:39:50.968+08:00I envisioned Billy as a dashing young man...swashb...I envisioned Billy as a dashing young man...swashbuckling, brave and silly...of course...I didn't have time to envision anything...I was sitting in the hall scribbling away, trying to finish said poem before the bell rang for school. I went to the Convent...they were strict about a lot of things. A LOT OF THINGS!Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14359604151544863025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938205840267425932.post-52578962978196316002012-04-18T04:27:07.572+08:002012-04-18T04:27:07.572+08:00Awesomely cool and silly! Man, how I wish I had th...Awesomely cool and silly! Man, how I wish I had those writing skills when I was 14--English was my worst subject. I still find writing difficult, it never seems to come easily. Billy Braid... could he be a mathematical hero, armed with his trusty tangle calculator and a magical rope of many crossings?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com