Thursday, June 01, 2006

Something from Work

I got this and cannot vouch for its veracity but I did find it amusing:

Every year, English teachers from across the country can submit their collections of actual analogies and metaphors found in high school essays. These excerpts are published each year to the amusement of teachers across the country. Here are last year's winners.....

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.

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

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.

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

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

Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

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

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.

The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't

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 p. m. instead of 7:30.

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

The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

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 p. m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p. m. at a speed of 35 mph.

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

5 comments:

DC Liar 10:14 AM  

Some of those are truly great.

Lady Di )O( 10:26 AM  

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

olddogdk 8:20 PM  

I could read these all day.

On particularly hot days, when my sister was a little kid, she would say that it was "as hot as a duck in May". We still don't know what the hell that was all about, but we still use it!

bigsoda 8:46 PM  

I gotta say, "exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't" is freakin' genius...

Kim 2:21 AM  

I love these.
I love them exactly the way you love something that you love alot!

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