Day 1 and Day 1 the Sequel (AKA Day 2)
This campus is filled with people that I vaguely recognize but can't place. Every single person. Maybe I've been here too long. So I keep smiling at people on the off chance I do actually know them from somewhere.
Impressions of my classes:
Chicano Lit: Interesting, but more work than it has to be.
Screenwriting: The prof is not as hard-butted as I thought he was. But punctuation seems to be a thing with him. I may actually have to edit my work before I print it. A new concept for me.
Within the first 5 minutes of class, I came to truly realize that the vast majority of screenwriters are odd. Laugh out loud amusing, but odd. (The majority radiate the energy of people who weren't popular in high school, but have found their long lost similarly-minded buddies and are now content and more confident)
Also, I know a couple people in the class, so that's cool. Plus I got an idea for my next screenplay. I'm not sure if I'm up for a major edit of my last one though. It's still bumping around in my head and I don't have the emotional distance to realize how much it sucks yet. Right now my thought is that "It's lovely for my first attempt at ever writing a screenplay. I don't want to change a thing. It's my perfect little baby." *Bats eyelashes and clutches hands close to cheek*
My paradoxical "creative" nonfiction class is going to be a lot more fun than I thought. The prof is very funny. Everyone in the room seemed to be someone from my past. I felt like I belonged on a bad game show. Here's a girl from your screenwriting class last night. Here's one from your anthropology class two years ago. The star guest from my past was a special super-big surprise. This is especially relevant to SSMS people. Lee Sherlock, my friends. I have that class with Lee Sherlock. And he has a beard!!!!!!!!!! An obvious change from when we knew him in the 6th grade.
Lee might also be in my advanced Fiction class...his name was called but he didn't show. Ah yes, speaking of that class, it'll be very interesting. I'm not sure if it's in the good or bad sense. But I can tell you that I've already managed to make a scene. The prof asked a question. Complete silence. So I answered, cause I'm cool like that. Suddenly someone across the room is saying that I get "the bronze medal" for my reasoning. He goes on to completely counter my statement. Then a girl replies to him, also countering my statement. Of course after that, everyone is looking back at me waiting to see what I'm going to say. I'm left sitting there going "huh? People are responding? Wha? Am I supposed to say something?" By the end of the class, the prof is telling me that he "liked" that I was the first to speak and I'm being assigned to lead a discussion about a short story for next class.
The lesson here is that I should never open my big fat mouth, especially in the class where the majority of the students previously had a class together with the same prof. As a member of the minority who is new to the prof and the way he conducts the class, I should have stayed silent. Me and my big fat mouth.
But on the plus side, I do know 3 people in there from my last fiction class...2 of them are my buddies (the third is the one person whose writing I seriously did not like. Sigh. Oh well) Plus there's also a girl who is one of those people who I vaguely recognize from somewhere but have no idea where from.
Moving on to other topics, I got a letter from one of the grad schools. One of the profs has not sent in their letter of recommendation. (And of course the university didn't say whose letter they were missing...that would make my life too easy) Normally the mystery prof would go strait to my poopy list, but this particular application isn't due until 2-1-05 and I have a sneaking suspicion that it's cool prof man...cool prof man who never responds to e-mails (I don't get it. I will never get it. It's one little button to click on with your mouse...then all he has to do is type a few words. Why? Oh why won't he reply?!). I also need to speak to him about my indy study. So if he doesn't communicate within the next week, I'll be forced to stake out the Beaners at the Union. I know he goes there, he'd bring a Beaners cup to class everyday last semester. He will go there and I will be there waiting and then he will have to speak to me. Wah ha ha! Suddenly Blondie's "One Way or Another" is running through my head.
Wow, so, this is the longest entry ever. All of my writing classes are getting to me.
Impressions of my classes:
Chicano Lit: Interesting, but more work than it has to be.
Screenwriting: The prof is not as hard-butted as I thought he was. But punctuation seems to be a thing with him. I may actually have to edit my work before I print it. A new concept for me.
Within the first 5 minutes of class, I came to truly realize that the vast majority of screenwriters are odd. Laugh out loud amusing, but odd. (The majority radiate the energy of people who weren't popular in high school, but have found their long lost similarly-minded buddies and are now content and more confident)
Also, I know a couple people in the class, so that's cool. Plus I got an idea for my next screenplay. I'm not sure if I'm up for a major edit of my last one though. It's still bumping around in my head and I don't have the emotional distance to realize how much it sucks yet. Right now my thought is that "It's lovely for my first attempt at ever writing a screenplay. I don't want to change a thing. It's my perfect little baby." *Bats eyelashes and clutches hands close to cheek*
My paradoxical "creative" nonfiction class is going to be a lot more fun than I thought. The prof is very funny. Everyone in the room seemed to be someone from my past. I felt like I belonged on a bad game show. Here's a girl from your screenwriting class last night. Here's one from your anthropology class two years ago. The star guest from my past was a special super-big surprise. This is especially relevant to SSMS people. Lee Sherlock, my friends. I have that class with Lee Sherlock. And he has a beard!!!!!!!!!! An obvious change from when we knew him in the 6th grade.
Lee might also be in my advanced Fiction class...his name was called but he didn't show. Ah yes, speaking of that class, it'll be very interesting. I'm not sure if it's in the good or bad sense. But I can tell you that I've already managed to make a scene. The prof asked a question. Complete silence. So I answered, cause I'm cool like that. Suddenly someone across the room is saying that I get "the bronze medal" for my reasoning. He goes on to completely counter my statement. Then a girl replies to him, also countering my statement. Of course after that, everyone is looking back at me waiting to see what I'm going to say. I'm left sitting there going "huh? People are responding? Wha? Am I supposed to say something?" By the end of the class, the prof is telling me that he "liked" that I was the first to speak and I'm being assigned to lead a discussion about a short story for next class.
The lesson here is that I should never open my big fat mouth, especially in the class where the majority of the students previously had a class together with the same prof. As a member of the minority who is new to the prof and the way he conducts the class, I should have stayed silent. Me and my big fat mouth.
But on the plus side, I do know 3 people in there from my last fiction class...2 of them are my buddies (the third is the one person whose writing I seriously did not like. Sigh. Oh well) Plus there's also a girl who is one of those people who I vaguely recognize from somewhere but have no idea where from.
Moving on to other topics, I got a letter from one of the grad schools. One of the profs has not sent in their letter of recommendation. (And of course the university didn't say whose letter they were missing...that would make my life too easy) Normally the mystery prof would go strait to my poopy list, but this particular application isn't due until 2-1-05 and I have a sneaking suspicion that it's cool prof man...cool prof man who never responds to e-mails (I don't get it. I will never get it. It's one little button to click on with your mouse...then all he has to do is type a few words. Why? Oh why won't he reply?!). I also need to speak to him about my indy study. So if he doesn't communicate within the next week, I'll be forced to stake out the Beaners at the Union. I know he goes there, he'd bring a Beaners cup to class everyday last semester. He will go there and I will be there waiting and then he will have to speak to me. Wah ha ha! Suddenly Blondie's "One Way or Another" is running through my head.
Wow, so, this is the longest entry ever. All of my writing classes are getting to me.
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