We read my poetry in class today and then critiqued it, and it was weird. CrotchRocket everyone loved (except the only boy in the class but he doesn't like any of my work, says he 'doesn't know how to comment on it, maybe it's just cause I'm a boy.' Whatever.). The teacher asked if maybe anything could be changed and pretty much all the girl's said no, it was perfect. The very first comment received when she asked for them was: "Oooh damn."
Pushing, another poem I did, got really good reviews too as did the newest one Belzec, August 19, though I need to add a few more specifics and explain a bit more stuff, which is fine, I mean, I only just wrote the darn thing. Pushing and CrotchRocket had about two weeks of mulling over =/
Anyway, it's just weird. I don't think I write THAT good of poetry, I've never been good, what happened? All of a sudden it's almost my last year of college and I have a lot of deep meaning? I don't get it. I'm not complaining! I think it's wonderful, I'm so thrilled, I just don't understand. Krik's probably channeling her creative juices to me while she's at work.
I'm planning to go home the weekend after this upcoming one. I'm also planning to miss thursday classes so I can actually spend time at home, not show up, sleep a night and leave. So I'm thinking next Wednesday I'll go to Social Psyche and then head on home, foregoing Thursday's lessons. All it is would be two writing classes and then two psyche classes and I'm *really* only worried about experimental psyche. I'll see how classes go today, what's up with them. I haven't miss any yet so I don't think it would be a big deal if I slipped out for a day. That leaves me another absence before they start reducing my grades.
This way, at least, i could arrive home wednesday afternoon, have all thursday, all friday, all saturday and then sunday morning. I really want to actually spend time with the folks I am so ridiculously home sick. I know mom really wants to visit, but she just can't get the time off from work. I'm just looking forward to the drive there and then getting some really good food again. =3 mmm, food...that way I can have a good reason to avoid the dining hall. Heather loves going to the dining hall, weirdo.
It's almost Friday. I just gotta keep thinking that. Tomorrow I have one class, then work, then I'll have another busy thursday, then I can leave on Friday after my one stupid class. It's just taking a while to get here >.< |