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Warning: Boasting, bragging and the consequences of having my ego continuously fed. If you get annoyed by this, don't read.
Things are really looking up for me right now, REALLY fucking well. I haven't been this excited and anticipatory of life for a really long time. I'm taking four courses, Journalism, Social Problems (sociology course) -both of which I'm double majoring in-, Journalism 850 (for the elite that get into newspaper) and Reading 415 (to help me with study and text book strategies). You know what that means? I'm a full time student for the first time since senior year -like, two years ago. And they're going REALLY well. I'm my Journalism teacher's fucking protege. This guy is awesome, he's kind of like a combination of House and Kevin (my old English teacher who I loved). He's written for countless papers and magazines, and was even a journalist for Rolling Stone. He has connections up the motherfucking wazoo. He's pretty famous in the journalism circle. Well, ever since the first class, he'd been pressuring me to join the Newspaper. And finally, the coercion and pretty much peer pressure got to me, and I joined. I LOVE it. And all the people on the team really like me already, too. "You're sarcastic, intelligent and a smoker...yeah, you were meant to be a journalist." I went yesterday to production night, and talked to my Professor (Ed) for over an hour. I showed him some of my journalistic writings and he fed my ego times a BILLION. He told me what an amazing writer I was, and how I was perfect for this field. He said I reminded him of someone who could be the next Hunter S. Thompson and John McPhee (a famous writer for the New Yorker). He told me that I definitely had a place in this field, that it was destiny, and he was taking it upon himself to be my personal mentor for all of this. This is hugely complimentary seeing how he's not the type of person to do this for just anyone, and how well known and venerated he is. He told me that I was a diamond in the rough, that a writer like me only comes once in a blue moon and how excited he was to have someone like me on the team. This is even more flattering because he's this old sarcastic, no bullshit kind of guy who doesn't just hand out compliments for the fuck of it. He said it was only a matter of time before I was getting published. He likes that I'm outspoken, brash and sarcastic. He even told me that I reminded him of a young, female version of himself. I'm so fucking excited, I feel like I finally found my place, my calling. He also thinks I have a Sedaris streak, and should be a novelist recording all of the strange and almost unbelievable things that have happened in my life. "This is the type of shit that they make movies out of." He told me I have the most potential out of any of the students he's ever had from thirty years of teaching, some of which have even gone on to work for the Chronicle and New York Times.
Fuck. It feels good to get that validation, to hear it from someone who actually really knows what the fuck they're talking about.
I feel really good about myself and my future, I really needed this push to help me really work on moving in the right direction, finding my place in the world and an ability to carve myself out a little niche in history. Everyone told me I was going to be famous, now I believe them.
And he doesn't just let anyone join Newspaper, since he's in charge of it. Most people don't even get the opportunity to be on it until they've gone through at least four journalism classes -I'm only a week and a half into the first class.
My sociology class is going really well, too. Fascinating shit, man. GAH. I'M EXCITED ABOUT LIFE.
/brag session.
Things are really looking up for me right now, REALLY fucking well. I haven't been this excited and anticipatory of life for a really long time. I'm taking four courses, Journalism, Social Problems (sociology course) -both of which I'm double majoring in-, Journalism 850 (for the elite that get into newspaper) and Reading 415 (to help me with study and text book strategies). You know what that means? I'm a full time student for the first time since senior year -like, two years ago. And they're going REALLY well. I'm my Journalism teacher's fucking protege. This guy is awesome, he's kind of like a combination of House and Kevin (my old English teacher who I loved). He's written for countless papers and magazines, and was even a journalist for Rolling Stone. He has connections up the motherfucking wazoo. He's pretty famous in the journalism circle. Well, ever since the first class, he'd been pressuring me to join the Newspaper. And finally, the coercion and pretty much peer pressure got to me, and I joined. I LOVE it. And all the people on the team really like me already, too. "You're sarcastic, intelligent and a smoker...yeah, you were meant to be a journalist." I went yesterday to production night, and talked to my Professor (Ed) for over an hour. I showed him some of my journalistic writings and he fed my ego times a BILLION. He told me what an amazing writer I was, and how I was perfect for this field. He said I reminded him of someone who could be the next Hunter S. Thompson and John McPhee (a famous writer for the New Yorker). He told me that I definitely had a place in this field, that it was destiny, and he was taking it upon himself to be my personal mentor for all of this. This is hugely complimentary seeing how he's not the type of person to do this for just anyone, and how well known and venerated he is. He told me that I was a diamond in the rough, that a writer like me only comes once in a blue moon and how excited he was to have someone like me on the team. This is even more flattering because he's this old sarcastic, no bullshit kind of guy who doesn't just hand out compliments for the fuck of it. He said it was only a matter of time before I was getting published. He likes that I'm outspoken, brash and sarcastic. He even told me that I reminded him of a young, female version of himself. I'm so fucking excited, I feel like I finally found my place, my calling. He also thinks I have a Sedaris streak, and should be a novelist recording all of the strange and almost unbelievable things that have happened in my life. "This is the type of shit that they make movies out of." He told me I have the most potential out of any of the students he's ever had from thirty years of teaching, some of which have even gone on to work for the Chronicle and New York Times.
Fuck. It feels good to get that validation, to hear it from someone who actually really knows what the fuck they're talking about.
I feel really good about myself and my future, I really needed this push to help me really work on moving in the right direction, finding my place in the world and an ability to carve myself out a little niche in history. Everyone told me I was going to be famous, now I believe them.
And he doesn't just let anyone join Newspaper, since he's in charge of it. Most people don't even get the opportunity to be on it until they've gone through at least four journalism classes -I'm only a week and a half into the first class.
My sociology class is going really well, too. Fascinating shit, man. GAH. I'M EXCITED ABOUT LIFE.
/brag session.