Seriously so sick of everything...
Dude, Sam's in MENSA. That's freaking awesome. And also, he probably really could kill people with his brain. (Okay, it's really a straightforward explanation of the law school app process and how that all applies to Sam, who is apparently SCARY GENIUS SMART, by the way. The things you find linked on del.icio.us, man.)
Seriously depressing, y'all. I find this kind of shit more offensive than I think I can express, and I think I must be getting old, because I'm starting to kind of hate this new generation that's grown up with the internet and technological shortcuts and all. How long before English as we know it becomes a dead language? I mean, I know I write pretty casually on here, but please take my word for it that I'm writing like I talk and that I don't write like this in my papers or my fiction/poetry. I also know that heavy use of netspeak is a phase and that it's apparently cool to not spell correctly. Fine. Whatever. That's still no excuse for the schools accepting and making allowances for that. These kids should be learning how to diagram sentences and trying to remember what gerunds are, you know? Even if I didn't feel personally invested in the preservation of the educational system and the English language in general, I've read too much poorly written fanfic and seen too much cultural ignorance and near-illiterate language usage just in my little corners of the internet alone to not see this as a problem. And yeah.
I have to write a story by Thursday. Or, more accurately, before next Tuesday, since we have the option of e-mailing our stories to the class. :) This is all I've come up with that's actually sort of viable:
So we have average guy from random town in south Texas. Tall, good-looking, twenty-something, has dreams of better things, but average. Normal. Safe. Until...
And then I don't know what happens to poor Average Guy, except that I really really don't want it to be a romance of any sort because my professor thinks that's all I can write. (Besides, I kinda like the idea of the Lone Hero.) All my ideas suck out loud because either I can't support them--my first one had the beginnings of a mytharc with no motivation behind it--or they've totally been done before in a slightly different permutation and I know it. Even poor, tragically hot Average Guy's been written a million times before, and seriously? Not like I was reaching very far to begin with, you know? :D And everyone in my class is so good or at least pretty original thinkers, and they probably think I'm trying to write a bad gay porn novel or something with the crap I've been turning in this semester (I'm not), and GAH, insecurity. I'm at the point of the semester where I just want it to be over with already, honestly.
I think I might be getting sick, by the by. I keep getting these headaches, and I almost passed out during choir dress rehearsal yesterday, although I think that was probably from the heat of the building (we were on the stage under the lights). Not cool, body. Not cool. :(
Seriously depressing, y'all. I find this kind of shit more offensive than I think I can express, and I think I must be getting old, because I'm starting to kind of hate this new generation that's grown up with the internet and technological shortcuts and all. How long before English as we know it becomes a dead language? I mean, I know I write pretty casually on here, but please take my word for it that I'm writing like I talk and that I don't write like this in my papers or my fiction/poetry. I also know that heavy use of netspeak is a phase and that it's apparently cool to not spell correctly. Fine. Whatever. That's still no excuse for the schools accepting and making allowances for that. These kids should be learning how to diagram sentences and trying to remember what gerunds are, you know? Even if I didn't feel personally invested in the preservation of the educational system and the English language in general, I've read too much poorly written fanfic and seen too much cultural ignorance and near-illiterate language usage just in my little corners of the internet alone to not see this as a problem. And yeah.
I have to write a story by Thursday. Or, more accurately, before next Tuesday, since we have the option of e-mailing our stories to the class. :) This is all I've come up with that's actually sort of viable:
So we have average guy from random town in south Texas. Tall, good-looking, twenty-something, has dreams of better things, but average. Normal. Safe. Until...
And then I don't know what happens to poor Average Guy, except that I really really don't want it to be a romance of any sort because my professor thinks that's all I can write. (Besides, I kinda like the idea of the Lone Hero.) All my ideas suck out loud because either I can't support them--my first one had the beginnings of a mytharc with no motivation behind it--or they've totally been done before in a slightly different permutation and I know it. Even poor, tragically hot Average Guy's been written a million times before, and seriously? Not like I was reaching very far to begin with, you know? :D And everyone in my class is so good or at least pretty original thinkers, and they probably think I'm trying to write a bad gay porn novel or something with the crap I've been turning in this semester (I'm not), and GAH, insecurity. I'm at the point of the semester where I just want it to be over with already, honestly.
I think I might be getting sick, by the by. I keep getting these headaches, and I almost passed out during choir dress rehearsal yesterday, although I think that was probably from the heat of the building (we were on the stage under the lights). Not cool, body. Not cool. :(