| youkoricky ( @ 2007-02-20 11:34:00 |
So, yesterday was very much an up-and-down day. Or, rather, down-and-up. I had a story critiqued in class. Normally, this is kind of a nerve wrecking experience, but yesterday was just awful. There wasn't one fantasy reader in the whole room. No one understood what was going on, or liked the sentence structure, or slammed the fact that I the dialogue was childish in one part. (HELLO! YOUNG dragon speaking!) I admit, I deserved a lot of the criticism I received. But the teacher just slammed me. He said his piece and gave me time to respond, like he does everyone, only then he started demanding to know why I hadn't made things clear, why hadn't I done this or that. I'M IN THE FUCKING CLASS TO LEARN, ASSHOLE! Yes, it was a complete failure as a short story. Yes, it felt more like a scene than anything else. Yes, I had way too few background details for someone to understand what was going on, but it was my first attempt. So fuck you dude.
(On a funnier note, the whole class started discussing whether it was an allegory for either Native Americans or Jewish moneylenders. Teacher was not happy to find out that I had intended neither.)
Then I went to a workshop about applying to graduate school. Really, it kind of pushed me away from the idea of even going. I don't know what I'd study, don't know what I'd do with it, and am not going to leave Austin. So, I'm still gonna take the GRE just in case, and hope to god I can find someone to give me a recommendation letter. I'll do my deciding later.
So came home, people came over, and we went to go see Pan's Labyrinth. I can't say whether I liked the movie or not because the sheer amount of graphic violence in it overrode the plot, characters, and graphics. I couldn't speak for about a half an hour afterwards for fear that I'd just burst into tears. Not my kind of movie.
When home, became less sober and, here's the up part, got my hair brushed. Yes, a very small, silly thing, but as no one ever does it, it completely made my day. And after people went home, Adelie curled up with me in bed. Awww...
(On a side note, I really need to get new icons. I no longer remember what most of them are from or why I found them so amusing.)
(On a funnier note, the whole class started discussing whether it was an allegory for either Native Americans or Jewish moneylenders. Teacher was not happy to find out that I had intended neither.)
Then I went to a workshop about applying to graduate school. Really, it kind of pushed me away from the idea of even going. I don't know what I'd study, don't know what I'd do with it, and am not going to leave Austin. So, I'm still gonna take the GRE just in case, and hope to god I can find someone to give me a recommendation letter. I'll do my deciding later.
So came home, people came over, and we went to go see Pan's Labyrinth. I can't say whether I liked the movie or not because the sheer amount of graphic violence in it overrode the plot, characters, and graphics. I couldn't speak for about a half an hour afterwards for fear that I'd just burst into tears. Not my kind of movie.
When home, became less sober and, here's the up part, got my hair brushed. Yes, a very small, silly thing, but as no one ever does it, it completely made my day. And after people went home, Adelie curled up with me in bed. Awww...
(On a side note, I really need to get new icons. I no longer remember what most of them are from or why I found them so amusing.)