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jecca_mehlota) wrote2007-02-08 12:49 am
jecca_mehlota) wrote2007-02-08 12:49 am
"Everything comes down to - "
I spend about eight hours out of the house on Wednesdays. Two three-hour classes with only fifteen minutes between them and a forty minute commute in either direction.
About ten minutes after I'd left the driveway, and for no readily apparent reason, I am assaulted by every song in that whole musical episode.
I turned on the radio. I hummed along with the radio. I tried to daydream. I tried to compose insults to fling at the car in front of me that decided to sit through three green lights and make me late for class.
... Seven hours later it is ALL still there and I am finding, to my growing horror, that I have started to hum some of it. I could not get home soon enough.
So now I'm rewatching most all of it in an attempt to drive it back out, since nothing else is working.
The trauma this surely inflicted on me no doubt did not help the situation in English class.
English Comp is, I've decided, sort of exactly like Creative Nonfiction, which I took last spring over in Maine. The only real difference is that it is, so far, less pretentious, possibly because the teacher is not, to my knowledge, a published author.
I'm serious. The syllabus is nearly identical. The essays are the same things... (Of course, the other obvious difference is that this isn't a nonfiction class and I can make things up if I really want to.)
So for my first essay, I decided to make up a story based loosely on some events that have happened before in Final Fantasy XI. I didn't mention any place names or that it was, in fact, based in an entirely fictitious setting.
There were three characters: the narrator (it was first person), an unnamed male, and an unidentified gender-neutral "thing." The teacher was confused by this. Every time I used "he" she circled it and wrote that she didn't understand who I meant.
At the end of the essay, she wrote a note asking a few questions. One was about the setting. She wanted to know if it was supposed to take place in a specific setting or if we were supposed to imagine this completely weird story taking place in Burlington and, you know, forget that in the opening paragraph I state that it's getting dark and that it's hard to see in the woods in the dark.
There were a bunch of other things that she should've caught, assuming she read the essay (everyone else who had read this thing has understood it)...
I managed not to stab anyone, but only because I mauled my notebook instead.
If I ever have to take another English class after this ever again I am instead going to drop out of the school in question and leave the state. Possibly the country. Forever.
... *has The Daily Show on in the background* ...I want a Death Vendetta Car. (Even if I have to settle for one that is only driven by a chimpanzee.)
About ten minutes after I'd left the driveway, and for no readily apparent reason, I am assaulted by every song in that whole musical episode.
I turned on the radio. I hummed along with the radio. I tried to daydream. I tried to compose insults to fling at the car in front of me that decided to sit through three green lights and make me late for class.
... Seven hours later it is ALL still there and I am finding, to my growing horror, that I have started to hum some of it. I could not get home soon enough.
So now I'm rewatching most all of it in an attempt to drive it back out, since nothing else is working.
The trauma this surely inflicted on me no doubt did not help the situation in English class.
English Comp is, I've decided, sort of exactly like Creative Nonfiction, which I took last spring over in Maine. The only real difference is that it is, so far, less pretentious, possibly because the teacher is not, to my knowledge, a published author.
I'm serious. The syllabus is nearly identical. The essays are the same things... (Of course, the other obvious difference is that this isn't a nonfiction class and I can make things up if I really want to.)
So for my first essay, I decided to make up a story based loosely on some events that have happened before in Final Fantasy XI. I didn't mention any place names or that it was, in fact, based in an entirely fictitious setting.
There were three characters: the narrator (it was first person), an unnamed male, and an unidentified gender-neutral "thing." The teacher was confused by this. Every time I used "he" she circled it and wrote that she didn't understand who I meant.
At the end of the essay, she wrote a note asking a few questions. One was about the setting. She wanted to know if it was supposed to take place in a specific setting or if we were supposed to imagine this completely weird story taking place in Burlington and, you know, forget that in the opening paragraph I state that it's getting dark and that it's hard to see in the woods in the dark.
There were a bunch of other things that she should've caught, assuming she read the essay (everyone else who had read this thing has understood it)...
I managed not to stab anyone, but only because I mauled my notebook instead.
If I ever have to take another English class after this ever again I am instead going to drop out of the school in question and leave the state. Possibly the country. Forever.
... *has The Daily Show on in the background* ...I want a Death Vendetta Car. (Even if I have to settle for one that is only driven by a chimpanzee.)