A rant
Wednesday at dance class, a guy elbowed me in the nose while we were dancing. He didn't mean to and he was more freaked out than I was. I told him don't worry about it, I know he didn't mean it, it's a contact sport, let's keep dancing. We learned chacha in which I verified once again that I do not have latin hips.
I had my history midterm, which I felt surprisingly good about, considering that I studied for 15 minutes of the hour and a half before class and watched Enterprise for the rest. :D.
I don't really know what else to say, everything's sort of been chugging along. Existentialism still sucks. Creative reading still sucks.
Ok, Creative Reading rant. It's no longer "writing", it's "reading", because basically.. yeah. Four books, as in novel sided, and two text books... and we have to "write", and it has to be by the teacher's standards, so if it doesn't have enough "imagery" in it, you get a bad grade, that sort of thing. Basically, write like her. Oh yeah, and sex. Make sure it has sex. (..what the hell??)
So the "book of choice" as she CONSTANTLY says and overuses the phrase, consist of these four categories: writing process, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. We have a list of five books to choose from which you can't find ANYWHERE in the city, so you have to order them, and by the time they get here, it's too late to pick another one because it won't arrive here on time. The writing process book, the Stephen King one, was awesome. Mostly because it's Stephen King. I'm very sad to say I haven't specifically sat down to fully read any of his novels, though I want to, but I have a lot of respect for him as an author.
The poetry book. One word: rape. Graphic rape. And sex. I hated it. I don't like to read/write/watch sex scenes, omg, I'm a mutant of society. So what we had to do, is get into groups around out books (because she loves group work), discuss the book, then present it to the class with a selected poem and make a writing prompt (something else she loves for us to do "make a writing prompt out of it!") from the poem. No one was in my group, surprise, lucky people didn't pick it. And there isn't really a way of knowing what book you're getting...until you get it. So she came over and talked to me, and of course it's her favourite book out of the five. I said I didn't like it because it was way too graphic. And she just sort of went "Oh, ok."
One of the other groups gets up, and they read this poem about feet, which was actually surprisingly interesting, about how your feet change over time. There was some sort of box motif in it too, so their writing prompt was to write about a time you were in a box, literally or metaphorically. Not too bad of a prompt. But the teacher has to butt in and says "or you could write about how a body part changes over time" (because she always has to have her say in everything, it has to be her idea..etc), and then she looked DIRECTLY AT ME and said "oh, but that might be too graphic for some people."
.............
Now we're on the fiction book. I read the back of it. Rape. Incestial child rape. The drunk father impregnants his 13 year old daughter. WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST SAY?? This is disgusting! What is wrong with people, there is so much BETTER literature out there that's not about rape and sex! Life doesn't revolve around it! Omg, what a concept!! Put aside that it's a disgusting book with a disgusting subject, the writing in it, is also a rape of the English language, to borrow a phrase from
charmisjess. It's horrible writing. Granted that's just my opinion and I'm only 20, but I've been around, I like literature, I like writing, I know the difference between good and bad. I wish I could just finish Diamonds Are Forever and have that count as my fiction book because honestly, Ian Fleming kicks this person's butt. See, the person who doesn't like to read sex, is reading James Bond novels. And who is James Bond? A womanizer. But Fleming doesn't take the time to describe it! He just says in one line.. and that's it, moving on.
Society, grow up. You're stupid. See icon for details.
I had my history midterm, which I felt surprisingly good about, considering that I studied for 15 minutes of the hour and a half before class and watched Enterprise for the rest. :D.
I don't really know what else to say, everything's sort of been chugging along. Existentialism still sucks. Creative reading still sucks.
Ok, Creative Reading rant. It's no longer "writing", it's "reading", because basically.. yeah. Four books, as in novel sided, and two text books... and we have to "write", and it has to be by the teacher's standards, so if it doesn't have enough "imagery" in it, you get a bad grade, that sort of thing. Basically, write like her. Oh yeah, and sex. Make sure it has sex. (..what the hell??)
So the "book of choice" as she CONSTANTLY says and overuses the phrase, consist of these four categories: writing process, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. We have a list of five books to choose from which you can't find ANYWHERE in the city, so you have to order them, and by the time they get here, it's too late to pick another one because it won't arrive here on time. The writing process book, the Stephen King one, was awesome. Mostly because it's Stephen King. I'm very sad to say I haven't specifically sat down to fully read any of his novels, though I want to, but I have a lot of respect for him as an author.
The poetry book. One word: rape. Graphic rape. And sex. I hated it. I don't like to read/write/watch sex scenes, omg, I'm a mutant of society. So what we had to do, is get into groups around out books (because she loves group work), discuss the book, then present it to the class with a selected poem and make a writing prompt (something else she loves for us to do "make a writing prompt out of it!") from the poem. No one was in my group, surprise, lucky people didn't pick it. And there isn't really a way of knowing what book you're getting...until you get it. So she came over and talked to me, and of course it's her favourite book out of the five. I said I didn't like it because it was way too graphic. And she just sort of went "Oh, ok."
One of the other groups gets up, and they read this poem about feet, which was actually surprisingly interesting, about how your feet change over time. There was some sort of box motif in it too, so their writing prompt was to write about a time you were in a box, literally or metaphorically. Not too bad of a prompt. But the teacher has to butt in and says "or you could write about how a body part changes over time" (because she always has to have her say in everything, it has to be her idea..etc), and then she looked DIRECTLY AT ME and said "oh, but that might be too graphic for some people."
.............
Now we're on the fiction book. I read the back of it. Rape. Incestial child rape. The drunk father impregnants his 13 year old daughter. WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST SAY?? This is disgusting! What is wrong with people, there is so much BETTER literature out there that's not about rape and sex! Life doesn't revolve around it! Omg, what a concept!! Put aside that it's a disgusting book with a disgusting subject, the writing in it, is also a rape of the English language, to borrow a phrase from
charmisjess. It's horrible writing. Granted that's just my opinion and I'm only 20, but I've been around, I like literature, I like writing, I know the difference between good and bad. I wish I could just finish Diamonds Are Forever and have that count as my fiction book because honestly, Ian Fleming kicks this person's butt. See, the person who doesn't like to read sex, is reading James Bond novels. And who is James Bond? A womanizer. But Fleming doesn't take the time to describe it! He just says in one line.. and that's it, moving on.
Society, grow up. You're stupid. See icon for details.