Yesterday my girlfriend asked me to write a very short story for her English class at university. The highlight sounds like “What profession I want to have”. Since she is in biological faculty the covered profession should be nothing but the biologist. Obviously.
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So, what profession my girlfriend should have, I thought. Of course, she should be an astronaut, no doubt about that. And in five minutes or so the following words where in my editor:
“I wish I were an astronaut. Seriously. Looking at our planet literally from another angle, feeling all this space infinity — definitely, would have a huge impact on my life.
These days all these people rushing through the city, eating hot-dogs with hot coffee, can’t event imagine how big and beautiful is our universe. Some folks know it by the mind, but they don’t feel it in their small apartments and daily routine. That's why I wish I were an astronaut, to feel the infinity and find out what kind of bra they have in space .”
Great, I thought. A small composition including highly philosophical topic, joke, and paronomasia on “hot” dogs and coffee. I should get Emmy Award for that one.
But my girlfriend reaction was like “Are you crazy? My teacher won't believe I want to be an astronaut!”. And her teacher reactions was like “Are you crazy? This text is very poorly written and was downloaded from the Internet!”.
So, why my girlfriend can’t be an astronaut?
P.S. Dear Emmy people, if you could spare one award it would be appreciated. So I can beat that intermediate teacher with solid shiny proof that my girlfriend actually could be an astronaut.