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Dear Kubrick and Clarke:

Uh . . . . huh.

(Too many muthafuckin giant babies on this muthafuckin plane of existence.)

Bemusedly, me.

That was, like, the perfect movie to watch before finishing seminar homework.

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Me: Hey, Mr. College-Prep-Course-Teacher, how about you look over my CMU essay on "Why I Want To Study Dramaturgy."

Dad: Okay!

[Time passes.]

Dad: Okay, I butchered it, so let's go over it together.

[Editing happens.]

Essay: "Here's a question for you: Presented with an invitation to do what I enjoy mst in theatre, literature, and seminar for the next four years, how could I turn it down?"

Dad: *taking a red pen and writing" Answer: You . . . don't . . . give me . . . enough aid.



I have such a goofy father.