Jan 03, 2005 16:26
my body severely hates me today, and it has no qualms about showing it.
i handed over the evaluation form for my french skills to the teacher. i sang my abc's au francais. i wrote 'i love my cat' on the back of my manuscript..
he checked off the 'poor' box and signed it.
i laughed and thanked him.
a fellow classmate teaches esl in japan. when i told him the hoops that i've had to jump through, he just shook his head.
'france is nice. japan is better. come on over. we got raw fish!'
but apparently no philadelphia roll.
the professor handed back my manuscript today. made some hefty arguments for cutting one or two poems from it.
i used to think that one of the hardest things a writer could do was part with words or lines that don't work in a particular poem.
but i'm wrong. parting with the ACTUAL poem is much worse. i fought and pleaded in its defense. but in the end, he was right. some of the poems weakned the others.
this is work i need to get done fairly soon. and yet all i want to do is crawl into bed and puke. preferably not at the same time.