So for my English class we have to write two papers. The paper grade makes up 50% of our grade, so making a good grade on it is crucial if i want an A in this class. The first paper topic was easy for me to write about...give me a scary movie and a scary book to write about and you can almost guarantee I'll work hard on it.
Hard work paid off and I got a 96 on the paper, the highest in the class(which is huge because grammar and MLA format are not my thing). After that grade i was like "bring on the next paper"...but...yeah i might have gotten a little over my head. The next paper turned out to be more analytical than creative, and when i turned in my rough draft, i knew my paper sucked more than the suckiest suck in the whole world. NO LIE.
I picked a hard concept to write about (freedom) and tried endlessly to wrap my head around the subject which means so many things, to so many different people. So needless to say when i got my rough draft back, my teacher expressed concern about the paper. But i didn't need her to tell me that, i spent all Sunday(after spending the weekend at home) writing that crap filled paper, and when i was done with it at midnight, i scorned it with disgust. But i was tired, so i thought "what the hell I'm going to bed, horrible or not"
After she expressed concern with my paper, i went to her office to talk about what i should do. "How i should approach my paper, can i really talk about freedom? maybe it's too abstract? That's a nice picture in the corner. Any suggestions?"
45 minutes later and she had convinced me to write a paper about birds. Go Figure
Birds have shown up a lot in the short stories we have read, and she wants me to write about their significance. When i showed hesitancy at writing about birds, she kept going on about it so much that by the end of the 45 minutes all i could think about were birds.
2 days later and i actually like the paper. Go figure. I have to turn it in Monday, and then on Tuesday i have my final exam for both English and History.
Summer Session 1 is almost over, and i feel like i have accomplished something. My English teacher may like me enough to write a recommendation( she even gave me a book to keep which will help me with my writing) and Latin American History is awesome, I've even talked in my English class from time to time. These may seem like small feats, but it is one giant leap in my anxiety filled life.
Unfortunately I have made another nemesis in a person who probably does not deserve it.
My new nemesis is in my English class. She has some exotic name(though she is probably from some small town in Ohio), is really tall, and is the only other writing major in the class. If this doesn't call for rivalry than...well i don't know what does.
I must talk about my jealousy in therapy in the fall, but until then i will revel in despising this girl. I am not the only one who does not take a liking to her. The first day of class she showed up, and then for the next 3 days she was MIA. Now in a class that only last a month, missing three days is horrible. The 9 of us left got accustomed to our small group and when she made a surprise entrance a week later we felt like an intruder had entered.
Not only did she show up and disrupt the group, but she turned out to be this eloquent(sometimes pompous) English chic. She knows a lot about books, she is apparently a writing major, and did i mention she was tall, like model tall. My competitive bone set in when she mentioned she was a writing major, and i instantly thought "Sh*T I have to compete with Angelina Jolie over here when i apply to an MFA program...GREAT"
When i do speak up in class, she always makes a point of correcting my statement. It's pretty annoying. I imagine that we will be in a class next year, and because i am beginning to see that competition sometimes creates inspiration...I'm up for the challenge.
Time to study. This week was crazy and stressful and i imagine next week will be too. Two test, a book to read, Fourth of July, and then Summer Session 2.
I feel tired already and the week hasn't even started yet.
Hard work paid off and I got a 96 on the paper, the highest in the class(which is huge because grammar and MLA format are not my thing). After that grade i was like "bring on the next paper"...but...yeah i might have gotten a little over my head. The next paper turned out to be more analytical than creative, and when i turned in my rough draft, i knew my paper sucked more than the suckiest suck in the whole world. NO LIE.
I picked a hard concept to write about (freedom) and tried endlessly to wrap my head around the subject which means so many things, to so many different people. So needless to say when i got my rough draft back, my teacher expressed concern about the paper. But i didn't need her to tell me that, i spent all Sunday(after spending the weekend at home) writing that crap filled paper, and when i was done with it at midnight, i scorned it with disgust. But i was tired, so i thought "what the hell I'm going to bed, horrible or not"
After she expressed concern with my paper, i went to her office to talk about what i should do. "How i should approach my paper, can i really talk about freedom? maybe it's too abstract? That's a nice picture in the corner. Any suggestions?"
45 minutes later and she had convinced me to write a paper about birds. Go Figure
Birds have shown up a lot in the short stories we have read, and she wants me to write about their significance. When i showed hesitancy at writing about birds, she kept going on about it so much that by the end of the 45 minutes all i could think about were birds.
2 days later and i actually like the paper. Go figure. I have to turn it in Monday, and then on Tuesday i have my final exam for both English and History.
Summer Session 1 is almost over, and i feel like i have accomplished something. My English teacher may like me enough to write a recommendation( she even gave me a book to keep which will help me with my writing) and Latin American History is awesome, I've even talked in my English class from time to time. These may seem like small feats, but it is one giant leap in my anxiety filled life.
Unfortunately I have made another nemesis in a person who probably does not deserve it.
My new nemesis is in my English class. She has some exotic name(though she is probably from some small town in Ohio), is really tall, and is the only other writing major in the class. If this doesn't call for rivalry than...well i don't know what does.
I must talk about my jealousy in therapy in the fall, but until then i will revel in despising this girl. I am not the only one who does not take a liking to her. The first day of class she showed up, and then for the next 3 days she was MIA. Now in a class that only last a month, missing three days is horrible. The 9 of us left got accustomed to our small group and when she made a surprise entrance a week later we felt like an intruder had entered.
Not only did she show up and disrupt the group, but she turned out to be this eloquent(sometimes pompous) English chic. She knows a lot about books, she is apparently a writing major, and did i mention she was tall, like model tall. My competitive bone set in when she mentioned she was a writing major, and i instantly thought "Sh*T I have to compete with Angelina Jolie over here when i apply to an MFA program...GREAT"
When i do speak up in class, she always makes a point of correcting my statement. It's pretty annoying. I imagine that we will be in a class next year, and because i am beginning to see that competition sometimes creates inspiration...I'm up for the challenge.
Time to study. This week was crazy and stressful and i imagine next week will be too. Two test, a book to read, Fourth of July, and then Summer Session 2.
I feel tired already and the week hasn't even started yet.
1 comment:
Congrats on getting through session 1 and rocking your first paper! And I can't wait to hear more about you and "Angelina." I love a good adversarial set up. I just hope it doesn't end with the usual anticlimactic: And then we bumped into each other on the street and had a nice coversation and I found out she's not so bad afterall. The End.
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