I am taking six classes this semester. They are all writing-based. This semester, I am taking:
Writing for Social Change
Genre Lit Studies – Fiction
A lot of them involve a shit-ton of reading, too. But okay, I’m writing a thing for my Adv Fic class. I have been writing ALL DAY. Apparently, when I write, everything else goes out of the window. So at 9:45pm I suddenly realized that I haven’t eaten, yet, and go to make food. I make the spaghetti, I make the sauce, but I forgot the hamburger. So I have luke-warm noodles, warm sauce, and frozen hamburger.
Also, my husband (who also writes) was bouncing ideas off me, trying to figure out how to make something that started out silly and fun involving kids at a school or something (I can’t even remember the premise) into something creepy. Y’know what my response was? “Light a kid on fire.” It sounded like a perfectly reasonable idea to my writing-grappled brain. It wasn’t until my husband stared at me in horror that I went, “Wait. What did I say?”
Writer’s brain. Thank fuck I haven’t been out in public, today.
Apparently, I did learn the shit I was supposed to. Huzzah!
Today I had my final exam for my lit class, American Literature After 1865. I had been stressing over my writing portfolio for my other class and completely forgot that I had an actual, y’know, test that I had to take. Thankfully my teacher provided a short study guide. I went through that study guide yesterday evening and wrote up the things it said I needed to know. Today I went into my exam, still stressing a bit, and I feel like I kicked it’s ass. There’s only one question where I was like, “Uh… no?” The rest felt pretty good. I was really worried about the essay portion since the study guide said, “Pick one or two quotes from five authors and bring them to write an essay on a general topic.” I was super annoyed at that because could you be any vaguer?!
Thankfully the essay prompt was, “List the quotes that are most influential to you personally and explain why” and I had a moment of “AWWWW YEAH BITCH!” So there were 3-4 pages on that and the rest was discussing the major literary movements of the period. Realism, Regionalism, Naturalism, Modernism, Postmodernism- too many ‘isms!’
Y’know, I may still be a bit jittery from lack of sleep and nerves and coffee. Yeah.
Paranoid note: I said I feel like I kicked its ass. This means I actually did kick its ass, OR it kicked my ass and was sneaky AF about it. We’ll find out in a few days.