Abiding memory of TMA5

Danny was disconcerted.

He had been expecting something, that hadn’t materialised.

Its absence wasn’t a bad thing; it was just that he’d become completely accustomed to its presence previously.

Now though, he’d completed a whole block of his Children’s Literature module without one mention of Freud, Oedipus, or sexual awakening!

Popularity vs. Prestige (TMA 4)

“Ron, I’ve been thinking. We should use longer words, and more metaphors.”

“Eh?!”

“We’ll have way more credibility!”

“So? We’ve done OK so far. Credibility or not, at least our stories are actually interesting!”

Harry inwardly agreed, but heard a tut from Hermione, who was busy reading Swallows and Amazons.

Leaving

George was glad that it was over.

He’d become tired of hospital, and all of those painful, intrusive treatments.

So, when he found out that it was time to go, he was surprised but relieved.

However, even leaving wasn’t painless: as George moved towards the light, he witnessed Elsie sobbing.

LOLZ!!!1

 Jordan had found the perfect place to showcase his comedy material.

His first effort had been universally liked. He had high hopes for this one:

“That awkward moment when Bruno Mars GF asks him to jump in front of a train.”

One hour later: 37 ‘likes’ and 6 ‘lmao’s.

Success!

Get on with it!

Alan had reached the summit.

All he had to do now was jump.

Yet, suddenly, he didn’t want to.

From below, he heard what sounded suspiciously like a taunt.

“I can’t back out now,” he thought.

Alan jumped.

His harness took the strain, and the terrifying teambuilding activity was over.