I didn't think it was that bad...
Okay, guys--
I'm taking a Lit Analysis class this semester and, thus far, it has been successful in completely destroying any confidence I had in my writing, or my ability to write. My teacher has constantly given me low grades for papers--after giving me positive feedback on my drafts. I'm used to A's and B's and this is really eroding at my self-esteem.
On the other hand, the papers have been on poetry, and that is not my strong point. To say I don't like poetry is to say that Hitler just didn't like the Jews.
Well, that's a bit extreme.
I don't want to rid the world of poetry, I just want to stop analyzing it. I love looking for hidden meanings and mixed metaphors as much as the next person; but, with any form of literature you can go too far. There were times when I wanted to tell my professor that she was pushing it--but she fancies herself correct all the time. I'll just have to be content with rolling my eyes. Anyway, it's frustrating. My assignments lately (for all classes) seem tedious.
On the plus side, the weather has been absolutely beautiful lately, and I've been spending every available hour out of doors--whether it be at the park, or walking across my complex to take out the trash. The Weather Channel has been saying it's going to reach the 80s this week. That means shorts! Short shorts! My legs have been longing to be free and shown off. Now that is something I'm good at--showing off my body! Peace, babes.
mabiche
I'm taking a Lit Analysis class this semester and, thus far, it has been successful in completely destroying any confidence I had in my writing, or my ability to write. My teacher has constantly given me low grades for papers--after giving me positive feedback on my drafts. I'm used to A's and B's and this is really eroding at my self-esteem.
On the other hand, the papers have been on poetry, and that is not my strong point. To say I don't like poetry is to say that Hitler just didn't like the Jews.
Well, that's a bit extreme.
I don't want to rid the world of poetry, I just want to stop analyzing it. I love looking for hidden meanings and mixed metaphors as much as the next person; but, with any form of literature you can go too far. There were times when I wanted to tell my professor that she was pushing it--but she fancies herself correct all the time. I'll just have to be content with rolling my eyes. Anyway, it's frustrating. My assignments lately (for all classes) seem tedious.
On the plus side, the weather has been absolutely beautiful lately, and I've been spending every available hour out of doors--whether it be at the park, or walking across my complex to take out the trash. The Weather Channel has been saying it's going to reach the 80s this week. That means shorts! Short shorts! My legs have been longing to be free and shown off. Now that is something I'm good at--showing off my body! Peace, babes.
mabiche