during a history exam once one of the questions was “How was Stalin buying time from Hitler to prevent him attacking the Soviet Union?” or something and I wrote “he was stallin’”
halfway through grading them the next day my teacher started laughing really quietly and she had to eject herself from the classroom for five minutes
she marked it as correct
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"She loved the arts, music, paints, nature. Hans Christian Anderson, Van Gogh, Tchaikovsky. They were her favourites. She loved Tchaikovsky because he made his sadness into warmth, Sleeping Beauty, Swan Lake, The Nutcracker, Symphony No.6. She loved Vincent because she felt his loneliness in his paintings. But she couldn’t look at his sunflowers for too long, the yellows stung her eyes. Feeling too much Feeling is too much sometimes. She told me how she thought it was weird you know, that all these people who created such beautiful things were so sad. How sometimes the sadness was so strong that they ended their own lives. Their last work of art.
She said she thought that most geniuses were lonely. I said I thought everyone was lonely. That even the Moon is lonely, and that’s why it pulls on the tides."
— The Unicorn Diaries (via de-licacy)
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