GWAHHH

[chibifirefly]

Comfy clothing? Check.
Big jug of water? Check.
Relatively healthy snack? Check.
Mood candle? Check.

So why do I still feel like this:

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[baron_waste]

“If they give you ruled paper, write the other way.”

See, I could only do something like that by screwing around with it. Do it in Dr Seuss rhyme, or have the river be lava, or have the lunch BE the guy (Cannibal! The Musical) or SOMETHING to make it entertaining.

I was telling my teacher friend Heather that if I had to write a history paper these days it would be an amusing disaster, because I'd write of something that never happened but ought to have, and footnote it all with meticulously formatted bibliographies of totally bogus 'source material.'

I mean, ya gotta do SOMETHING.

[chibifirefly]

I tried to use my own experience as an alternative to the blindfolded lunch thing. It certainly made for a better story. Unfortunately, when I e-mailed her to make sure my experience was an acceptable substitute, she said no, and I wound up having to rewrite it an hour before it was due.

It was undeniably cheesy, but in a charming, readable way.
(Or so I keep telling myself...)

[cupcakeromance]

Lunch blindfolded? What's the prompt?
I miss writing about crazy stuff like this...

[chibifirefly]

That was the prompt, haha.

We ate lunch blindfolded, then she told us to go home and write about our experience, and how it related to the poem. It's a literary nonfiction class, so she wants us to relate everything to a universal truth, as it'll make what we write easier for others to relate to.

Idiot me swore she gave us the option to draw from our own experiences as an alternative to the lunch activity, so I did that, only to discover this morning (an hour before class!) that she'd "really prefer if we used the lunch activity". I had to rewrite the whole thing in an hour. My BS o-meter is definitely maxed out.

[rabbit_rabbit]

Oh, college was so fun. Don't worry about BS-ing things, I did that for four years and now I have a degree! Maybe that only works for Fine Art, I dunno.

And you are TOTALLY the real-life Hipster Ariel. The resemblance is indeed scary.