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Feb. 9th, 2004 07:26 pmI was gonna grace all of you with the latest from my creative writing class, but, um, I gave my teacher my only copy of "Divorce: a fairy tale" with the fourth paragraph fixed so it doesn't suck. And I didn't save it anywhere, 'cause I'm smart like that. So you'll just have to wait. I know you're all crying inside. Don't get your hopes up -- I think the title's cooler than the rest of it. Except for this mildly cheesy apple pie metaphor that I am absurdly proud of 'cause it does that epic simile thing where you say Thing A is like Thing B when Thing B does X Y and Z so that it is like Thing A ... It made sense when my Latin teacher explained it that way, anyways.
Anyways -- I have the feeling that class is going to do better than any of my nanowrimo attempts to just force me to take pen to page, or more often fingers to keyboard, and write already. Which is great; I need to do that, and much as it pains me to admit it, I seem to need the goad of being graded to admit it. I blame senioritis. It's nice to have such an all-purpose excuse as that, it really is.
Speaking of grades and things I don't want to admit but nevertheless feel compulsed to discuss in this public environment: I find myself looking forwards to in college being a freshman again. I know, "what?! freshmen suck!" But think about it: if you get lost, if you don't know routines, if you fail to do something, it's okay, you're a freshman, you're expected to screw up once in a while. You're not expected to take charge and lead and know exactly what's going on. You can be passive and incompetent and it's fine because that's all anyone expects, really -- and then if you're not, it's unusual, remarkable, extraordinary! ... Actually, that's probably just high school, but it's a nice idea, isn't it? Freedom is low expectations. I really hope college people never ever see this. But if you're an admissions officer you should consider this merely philosophical discourse. Really.
Also, if you got a higher score than me on that penguin baseball thing, you should know that I hate you. Especially if it took you less than half an hour to do it. :P
Anyways -- I have the feeling that class is going to do better than any of my nanowrimo attempts to just force me to take pen to page, or more often fingers to keyboard, and write already. Which is great; I need to do that, and much as it pains me to admit it, I seem to need the goad of being graded to admit it. I blame senioritis. It's nice to have such an all-purpose excuse as that, it really is.
Speaking of grades and things I don't want to admit but nevertheless feel compulsed to discuss in this public environment: I find myself looking forwards to in college being a freshman again. I know, "what?! freshmen suck!" But think about it: if you get lost, if you don't know routines, if you fail to do something, it's okay, you're a freshman, you're expected to screw up once in a while. You're not expected to take charge and lead and know exactly what's going on. You can be passive and incompetent and it's fine because that's all anyone expects, really -- and then if you're not, it's unusual, remarkable, extraordinary! ... Actually, that's probably just high school, but it's a nice idea, isn't it? Freedom is low expectations. I really hope college people never ever see this. But if you're an admissions officer you should consider this merely philosophical discourse. Really.
Also, if you got a higher score than me on that penguin baseball thing, you should know that I hate you. Especially if it took you less than half an hour to do it. :P
