We had our class disaster today. It was...interesting. I think the main thing I learned from it, through personal experience, is that people don't like being touched if you don't ask permission. I had so many people grab or push me and generally manhandle me while playing a panicked 13-year-old. If you're freaking out, I promise that the last thing you want is for a stranger to touch you, especially when you're pretending to have the mindset of a 13-year-old girl.
On the bright side, I now only have one more week of actually classes left. *grins* This means I have gobs of time to get to revising my story, again, per
shadowenangel's notes. And after that...we'll see. I want to send my baby out soon, but I'm scared of doing it too soon. Also, certain writing advice makes me trust myself less like
this. I'm not a micromanager of words. Heck, I can't stand people who micromanage and I usually upset myself when I try to micromanage anything.
However, I also so
this today, which made me feel better about myself. I have passion, and I think I can tell a story. On the technical end, I know I've improved, but am I ready?
I know I've answered my question already. I did it today at lunch with some of my fellow nursing students. One girl--who is quite smart, has a great resume, and is fairly nice even though I clash with her--mentioned that she hasn't applied on a job anyway. Why is this? She's too freaked out to apply and doesn't know what to do. What if they reject her? This girl could probably beat me out of a job if we were competing for one, but she was too scared to apply. And do you know what I told her?
"If you don't try, you won't get anything."
Then I realized I need to follow my own advice.