I'm really hating Advanced Composition right now.
I mean, the class is amazing and I'm learning a lot more about writing from it then I've ever learned from an English class. And our teacher, who I also had as my teacher freshman year, is totally awesome. She's such a sweetheart and she's actually a good teacher too. I mean, I know I live in a county that features one of the best education systems in the whole country, but despite that there is a surprisingly high amount of incompetent teachers at my school.
But it's what we're actually writing about in class that's really getting to me right now. We've been doing creative non-fiction to start off the year, and I really don't like it. I mean, writing it isn't very hard, it's just too personal for me. I'm all about writing for catharsis and stuff, but I'm really one of those people who do that when I need to. In general, I don't enjoy thinking about the shit that's happening around me.
What we're doing right now is writing an Issue Essay. We have to pick an issue that is important to us and what personal connection we have to it. Honestly, there aren't that many things that have majorly affected me in my life. I mean, I've come across cancer and death and depression around me, none of it really hit me that much. The only thing I could really think of writing about was my dad's battle with depression after he lost his job at the beginning of the financial depression.
I realize now that the topic is actually a lot harder to write about than I thought. I hate thinking about everything that my dad went through and what he's still probably going through right now. I hate thinking about how much money my family owns in bills and loans and a bunch of other crap. I really hate thinking about how much stress my mom is probably going through right now seeing as she's basically dealing with everything on her own since my dad left for his new job in Bangladesh.
One of the most depressing things I've done this year was probably go through all the mail with my mom after we came back from Bangladesh this summer. There was just bill after bill and loan after loan. We owed so much money to so many different places. And it was money I know that we don't have. It's just way too much for me to think about it.
I like pretending that everything is fine. I know that's a terrible way to deal with things, but honestly it works for me. But writing this issue essay is bringing forth everything I've been trying to avoid since we first had to move like six years ago because my parents couldn't afford to keep the beautiful house they bought to raise me and my brother in.
And yeah, It's just not all stuff I like thinking about, especially not now when I've been feeling sort of stressed out already because of school and Cavaliers and other crap. It's just a bit too much for me to handle all at once. I wish I was like this one kid, Joey, in my class. He's writing about packing peanuts for his issue essay. Something like that probably would've made me feel better.
But it's what we're actually writing about in class that's really getting to me right now. We've been doing creative non-fiction to start off the year, and I really don't like it. I mean, writing it isn't very hard, it's just too personal for me. I'm all about writing for catharsis and stuff, but I'm really one of those people who do that when I need to. In general, I don't enjoy thinking about the shit that's happening around me.
What we're doing right now is writing an Issue Essay. We have to pick an issue that is important to us and what personal connection we have to it. Honestly, there aren't that many things that have majorly affected me in my life. I mean, I've come across cancer and death and depression around me, none of it really hit me that much. The only thing I could really think of writing about was my dad's battle with depression after he lost his job at the beginning of the financial depression.
I realize now that the topic is actually a lot harder to write about than I thought. I hate thinking about everything that my dad went through and what he's still probably going through right now. I hate thinking about how much money my family owns in bills and loans and a bunch of other crap. I really hate thinking about how much stress my mom is probably going through right now seeing as she's basically dealing with everything on her own since my dad left for his new job in Bangladesh.
One of the most depressing things I've done this year was probably go through all the mail with my mom after we came back from Bangladesh this summer. There was just bill after bill and loan after loan. We owed so much money to so many different places. And it was money I know that we don't have. It's just way too much for me to think about it.
I like pretending that everything is fine. I know that's a terrible way to deal with things, but honestly it works for me. But writing this issue essay is bringing forth everything I've been trying to avoid since we first had to move like six years ago because my parents couldn't afford to keep the beautiful house they bought to raise me and my brother in.
And yeah, It's just not all stuff I like thinking about, especially not now when I've been feeling sort of stressed out already because of school and Cavaliers and other crap. It's just a bit too much for me to handle all at once. I wish I was like this one kid, Joey, in my class. He's writing about packing peanuts for his issue essay. Something like that probably would've made me feel better.