So, not to tease you and then leave you waiting for more or anything like that, but let’s just say that last night will forever be remembered as “the night of the lapdance(s).”
Oh, look, i have to give a tour now. See you later…
by krisis
The sad little story i brought into my creative writing class was exactly what was assigned… an exercise in creating a cheap sort of detective story in a limited amount of time. So, i brought it to class and read it, because no one else was loud or willing enough to read theirs. When i finished my professor asked me if i knew what a gumshoe was, and i held up my draft so that she could see that i had headed it “Gumshoe Exercise, Draft 1.”
There was this awful belching silent void after that, and then she asked “does anyone have a comment?” And, the girl who had just read her story opened her mouth and incredulously asked “Was that really 30 minutes of writing?” To which i honestly replied: “No, barely twenty. I didn’t make revisions.”
So, everyone in my Creative Writing class hates me as of day three with the exception of Gina, who just looked mildly bemused. We haven’t heard each other’s fiction for three or four years, and today i discovered that she’s been transformed into this pointedly ironic Douglas Adams of the twenty-something hippy chemistry-student set (while i have become a shamefully self aware Lillian Jackson Braun).
Again, the professor chimed in: “Journaling can keep your writing in good shape. Who keeps a regular journal?”
I shrunk under the glances of my classmates as i raised my hand, one of only a few.
Two years ago today (more or less) i was told by this same Ms. Prof. Kotzin that i was to keep a journal and turn it into her at the end of term. And, i groaned. A journal? How 11th grade English class…
What my professor received at the end of the term was a tiny sapling… a wet behind the ears inkling of this. And, here i am back in her classroom and as everyone fixes me with another exasperated stare i am thinking “Don’t blame me for this; she started it.”
Just by way of clarification, i took down the Crushed and Favourites boxes from the sidebar because i have a crush on nothing and have no favourites… i literally haven’t read any web site for two consecutive days in over a week. I figure it was time to develop a new sense of what i read, so, you’ll see links as i return to them.
Somehow yesterday got juggled so that it ended with Ariel on my couch watching the premier of ER and then Lindsay and I mixing a drink from my neverending supply of Everclear, and Erika and i unselfconsciously babbling about acting and theatre for over an hour before we finally decided to go to sleep. So, here i am on Friday morning with red eyes and alcohol on my breath writing short stories and reading selections from the collectioned works of Borges.
College finally feels like college.
“I want somebody who sees the pointlessness,
And still keeps their purpose in mind;
I want somebody who has a tortured soul
Some of the time…”
–ani d.
Sometimes you need someone to say the right thing to make you smile. It’s a sunny day, and i promise that i won’t just stare at the ground on my way to class.