Scrapped.

I worked off and on through high school on a novel I wanted to write, but never really got around to finishing it. When I got 55 pages into it, I realized it sucked and scrapped it. I tried to start over a dozen different ways but none of them really seemed to fit as well as I wanted. This is a short excerpt from one of the less-dazzling prefaces. I just liked the comparisons, but chances are I stole them from somewhere. I doubt my critical thinking abilities too much to believe I actually came up with them. This is probably crappy scrawl from something like 2000.

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Funny how some things turn out. How our mathematicians, the great advocates of the purely imaginary, are the constructors of the tangible world around us. Or, for instance, the way readers of science fiction tend to know more science facts than even the most school-going students...people will wait hours for a half-minute ride in a theme park, but grow impatient in a ten minute line for food that will last them an entire month...

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This really isn't written well or anything, so to make up for it a quote from Brother Jed:

"When is the last time you saw a college girl blush?"

And also, this dialogue between my old mythology professor and a student:

Professor: Chad, you know how to use this thing? You've done presentations on it right?
Student: What is it?
Professor: A computer.