Friday, October 21, 2011

Fun with Kids

Sigh

kidS iN sKoOl

sKool KidS


English teachers across the country submit their collections of actual analogies and metaphors found in high school essays. These excerpts are published annually, to the amusement of our teachers. Here are last year’s winners:

1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.

3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. Coli, and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.

5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.

8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife’s infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.

12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.

9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.

10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.

11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 PM instead of 7:30.

13. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 PM traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 PM at a speed of 35 mph.

14. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan’s teeth.

15. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

16. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.

17. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.

18. Shots rang out as shots are wont to do.

19. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.

20. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.

21. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.

22. The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

23. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.

24. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up


  N. O'Really

6 comments:

Jess said...

"... It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools..."

This brings fond memories.

Squeak said...

This is the next gen.? We are so screwed.

Chuck Martel said...

I thought the prose was great!

"He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River."

Mickey Spillane could not have done better.

Anonymous said...

I'm almost sorry I'm a music teacher. My students' gaffes aren't nearly so interesting.
MichigammeDave

Anonymous said...

Some of those are hilarious, but I wonder about their authenticity. "...that resembled Nancy Kerrigan’s teeth." What kids in school today would have a clue about Nancy Kerrigan?
GrinfilledCelt

I-RIGHT-I said...

I looked for last year's edition and found that this was just a collection of clever jokes put together by some unknown trickster from a variety of sources. Too bad, I was hoping for a treasure trove of demented prepubescent genius I could borrow to spice up my posts on Rodger’s page. Dang.

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