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ARG! I was so excited about my creative writing class. I'd been looking forward to it all day Monday. I get there and we all sit down and wait for Prof. Forrester... and we wait.... Then he comes in and has us shuffle these giant tables all together because he wants to look at us or something. Then, he smiles and says, "This class isn't going to be a creative writing class. We're going to be doing playwriting, and the dynamics thereof."
... I almost got up and smacked him, but I was afraid because it was my first day. What the hell happened to Creative writing you ask? I cannot answer that. And neither can the class. Two people got up and walked away. Literally, their jaws dropped, a short angry burst was had, and they left the classroom. I was very close to following, but I was blocked in my Forester and his big cushy throne that stood higher than all the students. And he just started going on and on about how wonderful theatre arts and drama was, and how every week we had to turn in a playwrite scene... And he was a jerk about it too. "Absolutely no food or drink in this class! You have to give my playwriting 100 percent of your attention. I don't want 90, I don't want 70, I want 100 percent! If you are drinking out of a water bottle, you are no paying attention to me!"
So I dropped the class. -____- And there were no other classes in any Enlgish departments, because school has already started. DX My major is English, and I have NO ENGLISH CLASSES.
Stupid professor.
So now I'm in Art History, which fills a GE requirment. DX But it's not creative writing. ;___;
Other than that little fiasco, college is fun and I like it. For now. I have a feeling my procrastination habits will be deterring me severely when the time comes.
... I almost got up and smacked him, but I was afraid because it was my first day. What the hell happened to Creative writing you ask? I cannot answer that. And neither can the class. Two people got up and walked away. Literally, their jaws dropped, a short angry burst was had, and they left the classroom. I was very close to following, but I was blocked in my Forester and his big cushy throne that stood higher than all the students. And he just started going on and on about how wonderful theatre arts and drama was, and how every week we had to turn in a playwrite scene... And he was a jerk about it too. "Absolutely no food or drink in this class! You have to give my playwriting 100 percent of your attention. I don't want 90, I don't want 70, I want 100 percent! If you are drinking out of a water bottle, you are no paying attention to me!"
So I dropped the class. -____- And there were no other classes in any Enlgish departments, because school has already started. DX My major is English, and I have NO ENGLISH CLASSES.
Stupid professor.
So now I'm in Art History, which fills a GE requirment. DX But it's not creative writing. ;___;
Other than that little fiasco, college is fun and I like it. For now. I have a feeling my procrastination habits will be deterring me severely when the time comes.