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Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus

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Here's a prime example of "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus"

offered by an English professor from the University of Phoenix:



The professor told his class one day, "Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short story. You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send another copy to me. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and send it back, also sending another copy to me! . The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back and forth. Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails, and anything you wish to say must be written in the e-mail. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached."

The following was actually turned in by two of his English students, Rebecca and Gary.





THE STORY:

(First paragraph by Rebecca)



At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The

chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home,

now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times,

that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her

mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought

about him too much her asthma start! ed acting up again. So chamomile was

out of the question.



(Second paragraph by Gary)



Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack

Squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think

About than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie

With whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to

Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar

orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he

could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted

a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit

sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.



(Rebecca)



He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he

Felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman

Who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its

pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4.

"Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel,"

Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously

excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of

her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no

newspaper to read, no television to distract her from her sense of

innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must

one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.



(Gary)



Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live.

Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the

first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who

pushed the Unilateral Aerospace disarmament Treaty through the congress

had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who

were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the

passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth,

carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to

stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium

fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his

top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the

coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized

poor, stupid Laurie.



(Rebecca)



This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My

writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.



(Gary)



Yeah? Well, my writing partner is a self-centered tedious neurotic

Whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium! . "Oh,

shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F--KING

TEA??? Oh no, what am I to do? I'm such an air headed bimbo who reads too

Many Danielle Steele novels!"



(Rebecca): Asshole



(Gary): Bitch



(Rebecca): F__K YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!



(Gary): Go drink some tea - whore.



(TEACHER): A - I really liked this one.
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Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right.



I'm still stumped over how that would be possible.



It's because this story was written before "left" was invented.

http://www.snopes.com/college/homework/writing.asp

Sorry.

rl
If you don't know where you're going, you should know where you came from. Gullah Proverb

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