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Mar. 18th, 2005 11:07 amSo I'm sick again. The plus side [there's always a plus side!] is that I'm getting sick over Spring Break! The minus side [if you can put it that way] is... I'm getting sick over Spring Break. Eh. It's not like I had anything planned other than Ring 2 anyway. Speaking of which, Eeeee! I'm already getting freaked out by phones and tap water!
Last night I had crazy dreams involving several characters from books and tv. I also dreamt that Sarah told me that class was cancelled. I woke up. It wasn't. I went back to sleep. At some point, I got stabbed in the throat. I thought, "Heh... dream!" I woke up. It wasn't. I had THE worst sore throat I've had since... probably tenth grade. I wanted to cry every time I swallowed. Still do, but apparently Mello Yellow helps a bit. And goldfish. The cure to all ills: Mello Yello and Goldfish. And the House soundtrack, which is making me feel MUCH better.
Stupid workshops. I feel the same way about workshops as Stephen King does. It's a waste of time, because people will grade and mark from their own perspective. Dr Gray said that she was impressed with our fiction, because usually in a class like ours everyone's work sounds the same. Hello? It's because of the workshops. It's dumping an original work into a big pot of other people's ideas, stirring, and turning it into a group effort. Bleagh. I'm also tired of people going back and changing their comments after the teacher and others comment. Like, teacher says "oh, you should watch blah" and everyone scribbles in a noticably different ink from their origional comments "Watch Blah..." It makes me mad. Ok. I WANT your uniquely different perspective. I DON'T want teacher's perspective scribbled over twelve or thirteen copies of my stuff. It's like that Dilbert strip where they have to do free association, and the Boss says "donut" and everyone says "Oh, I was gonna say 'donut.'" Gah.
Last night I had crazy dreams involving several characters from books and tv. I also dreamt that Sarah told me that class was cancelled. I woke up. It wasn't. I went back to sleep. At some point, I got stabbed in the throat. I thought, "Heh... dream!" I woke up. It wasn't. I had THE worst sore throat I've had since... probably tenth grade. I wanted to cry every time I swallowed. Still do, but apparently Mello Yellow helps a bit. And goldfish. The cure to all ills: Mello Yello and Goldfish. And the House soundtrack, which is making me feel MUCH better.
Stupid workshops. I feel the same way about workshops as Stephen King does. It's a waste of time, because people will grade and mark from their own perspective. Dr Gray said that she was impressed with our fiction, because usually in a class like ours everyone's work sounds the same. Hello? It's because of the workshops. It's dumping an original work into a big pot of other people's ideas, stirring, and turning it into a group effort. Bleagh. I'm also tired of people going back and changing their comments after the teacher and others comment. Like, teacher says "oh, you should watch blah" and everyone scribbles in a noticably different ink from their origional comments "Watch Blah..." It makes me mad. Ok. I WANT your uniquely different perspective. I DON'T want teacher's perspective scribbled over twelve or thirteen copies of my stuff. It's like that Dilbert strip where they have to do free association, and the Boss says "donut" and everyone says "Oh, I was gonna say 'donut.'" Gah.