Thanks Dr. Phil

Thanks to a very special episode on Dr. Phil, i finally have an idea for my short story (both for my creative writing class and for grad schools). Trust me i usually turn the channel when him and his crazy looking wife are on, but because it was fall break (and because i couldn't find the controller) i figured I'd watch him for a little bit or until i found the controller.

I had some idea of what i was going to write, but needed some major details to make my story interesting. Our writing prompt is: 2 people who don't know each come into contact and find out that they are actually connected by one person. It sounds easy but I've been racking my brain over it for the longest time. All i knew is that i wanted it to take place at funeral or a wake, but the details were a little fuzzy after that.

Dr. Phil had some crazy story about a messed up family, small towns, a dead baby, and screwed up mothers. My story will not nearly be as dysfunctional as that poor family, but i was inspired to change some major details in the story and make it my own. If i get into any grad school based on this story i literally may have Dr. Phil to thank. That's a very scary thought.

I've been busy these last couple of weeks because of the amount of writing and reading that is consuming my life. If my nose isn't in a book, it should be. And if my hands aren't typing some short story, poem, or essay...well then they need to be. My mind is wiped out from all this work, and some days i feel like i may faint from sheer exhaustion.

I have to find two professors to write me a recommendation, and because i hate asking people for things this search has gone nowhere. My Realism teacher really liked me when i was in her class, so i emailed her a couple of hours ago to schedule a meeting so we can talk about this recommendation. I hate when students, just go up to a professor after class or something and go "can you write me a recommendation" and then them leave the high and dry for the rest of teh semester until the next time they need something.

I feel like if someone is going to write me a recommendation, they should totally be involved in the process. So anyone i ask a recommendation from it will be face to face, in their office as i discuss my plans and aspiration. I want them to feel like i came to them for a reason, rather than out of convenience. Maybe it's just me though.

I know i can probably get my Realism professor, and I have to stop by my American Lit Professor who totally dug my work this summer. I need one back up professor though, just in case one of my schools ask for 3 rather than 2 recommendations. I figured the back of professor either has to be my Creative Writing teacher, or Mr.DoucheBag.

I think i have one over Creative Writing teacher. His comments on my poems have been "i like this a lot but...", which is a little unnerving. But on the last poetry assignment, where i had to write a sonnet he simply wrote "Beautiful. Good Job".

I have contemplated going to Mr.Douchebag but i just don't see the point in going. He wanted us all to have a one on one with him last week, so he could get some idea about our progress in his class. Despite disliking him immensely i was hoping that outside of the classroom setting he would be witty and funny. He has the most beautiful face ever, he just has to be witty and funny. I spent all last semester dreaming that he would be charming and intellectual.

But i was proven wrong once again. Not only is he absolutely boring but i think he also may have been born without a personality. Most professors decorate their office with pictures of family and friends, or even with posters, magazine clippings...SOMETHING. I walked into the blandest office i have ever seen. No photos, no calendars, no pictures. Just a plan office with a very old computer in the corner and two chairs.

I was trying to my very charming self, but i couldn't crack him. He just stared with a blank look, nodding his head. I thought i was talking to wall. a very cute wall, but a wall nonetheless.

He wanted to know if i liked his class....and i lied like the rent was due "yeah it's really interesting, and I'm learning a lot"

I told him i was taking another writing classes, and he seemed to perk up. He wanted to know who i was taking...but for the life of me i couldn't remember, because i've been calling him Creative Writing Professor in my head. So i told him that i had no idea what his name was (it's professor Wright). He looked at me like "you don't know your professors name" and i shot him a look back that read "you just learned mine".

The meeting last 20 minutes and i was ready to go. He was boring me, the room was boring me, and his old computer was making noises. Before i could leave though, i got smile out of him when i told him i was going to write my "2 week experiment thing" in journal form. He smiled and then said "i'm really looking forward to reading it". This is the dude who tore my paper to shit, but he's looking forward to reading my paper.

Whatever.

Time to write my Dr. Phil Inspired story.