Woe!
Random rant time: I just hate, hate, hate writing essays. Fiction I love writing, essays I hate. Especially essays on Directed Self Placement as a method of placing students in the proper writing courses. So, yes, I was writing an essay on the process of putting students in writing courses, as a test to put me in the right writing course. So now I'm all written out, and it'll be a struggle making this rant coherent as it is.
Well, it was my fault for waiting until the last minute to write the essays, but STILL! It's the summer. I shouldn't be writing any essays. *pouts*
And the reading for one of them was written by this guy who obviously just liked to use long words because he thought it made him sound intelligent. He used the word "holistic" about eighty times in a one and a half page paper. I do not think it means what he thinks it means.
And it's been over 24 hours and I still can't get all the black paint off my feet, but I actually don't mind that all that much :D It's like a badge of honour; it shows that I spent a ridiculous amount of time in a small room (in a SCHOOL, no less) with lots of black paint, turning the walls black. Even though the walls are made of that kind of stone that has all the little holes, which means that when you paint with a roller it doesn't fill in all the little holes, so you have to go back over it with a paintbrush and fillin all the holes (which gives new meaning to the word tedious).
Anyway, I got off topic, and I have to go and write... *counts on fingers* three different things (fiction, though, hooray!) so I... should not be here. *runs*
Well, it was my fault for waiting until the last minute to write the essays, but STILL! It's the summer. I shouldn't be writing any essays. *pouts*
And the reading for one of them was written by this guy who obviously just liked to use long words because he thought it made him sound intelligent. He used the word "holistic" about eighty times in a one and a half page paper. I do not think it means what he thinks it means.
And it's been over 24 hours and I still can't get all the black paint off my feet, but I actually don't mind that all that much :D It's like a badge of honour; it shows that I spent a ridiculous amount of time in a small room (in a SCHOOL, no less) with lots of black paint, turning the walls black. Even though the walls are made of that kind of stone that has all the little holes, which means that when you paint with a roller it doesn't fill in all the little holes, so you have to go back over it with a paintbrush and fillin all the holes (which gives new meaning to the word tedious).
Anyway, I got off topic, and I have to go and write... *counts on fingers* three different things (fiction, though, hooray!) so I... should not be here. *runs*