In less than an hour, I will be taking the final exam for Introduction to Film. Should be easy enough. I'm getting such a strong A I could bomb this with a C and still pass the class with an A.
In two days, my English final will be due, a massive portfolio projects that I am now making title pages for. I haven't even begun my revisions yet. Tomorrow will be fun.
In one week, I will be taking my Introduction to Sociology final. I have five essays to write and fifty questions to research. Thursday's class got canceled because my teacher's grandpa died and she has to go to Belgium for the funeral.
Summer. I almost don't know what to do with myself. I think I might miss school. Weird.
Jacquelyn's going to be gone a lot this summer. Maybe I can use all my empty free time to immerse myself in a major writing project. That would be nice.
I drove a woman to the airport the other day who writes colorful histories of synagogues for Jewish newspapers and magazines. We talked a lot about the quirks of writing/writers and the one thing we agreed is that writing isn't like any normal job - you have to be in the mood and have a lot of time to get immersed.
I should apply for writing grants, but the chance of getting them is pretty slim. Other countries have a much better art-support system that this good ol' You Ess of Aye. When I wrote my first book, I took two-ish months off from work and wrote almost daily. It was great and I was able to really dig in. Since then, I haven't written anything longer than a half-dozen pages.
I watched a documentary on Abu Ghraib today. I am tired of dehumanizing people. I am tired of humans. I can see why God occasionally floods the Earth or smashes us with a giant meteor. I'd probably start over this little project if I were in charge. People are so frightened and weak and we're constantly trying to make others more frightened and weak so we can feel less frightened and weak. We never feel strong and secure - just less frightened and weak. It just keeps going and going and I am tired.
On a bright note, it is a bright and beautiful spring day, a light breeze and temperatures in the mid-70's. I bought new sandals; my feet are happy. I had a nice lunch with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
antarcticlust and brdgt. They had sushi and I had mango tofu from the Jamaican place. My English teacher has nothing to criticize in my writing. Her comments on my last assignment, my Atlantis/Research project were " I repeat: You can write. You can also research. Fantastic writing. Well done." See, it's not hard to find good in the world, I must remind myself.
In two days, my English final will be due, a massive portfolio projects that I am now making title pages for. I haven't even begun my revisions yet. Tomorrow will be fun.
In one week, I will be taking my Introduction to Sociology final. I have five essays to write and fifty questions to research. Thursday's class got canceled because my teacher's grandpa died and she has to go to Belgium for the funeral.
Summer. I almost don't know what to do with myself. I think I might miss school. Weird.
Jacquelyn's going to be gone a lot this summer. Maybe I can use all my empty free time to immerse myself in a major writing project. That would be nice.
I drove a woman to the airport the other day who writes colorful histories of synagogues for Jewish newspapers and magazines. We talked a lot about the quirks of writing/writers and the one thing we agreed is that writing isn't like any normal job - you have to be in the mood and have a lot of time to get immersed.
I should apply for writing grants, but the chance of getting them is pretty slim. Other countries have a much better art-support system that this good ol' You Ess of Aye. When I wrote my first book, I took two-ish months off from work and wrote almost daily. It was great and I was able to really dig in. Since then, I haven't written anything longer than a half-dozen pages.
I watched a documentary on Abu Ghraib today. I am tired of dehumanizing people. I am tired of humans. I can see why God occasionally floods the Earth or smashes us with a giant meteor. I'd probably start over this little project if I were in charge. People are so frightened and weak and we're constantly trying to make others more frightened and weak so we can feel less frightened and weak. We never feel strong and secure - just less frightened and weak. It just keeps going and going and I am tired.
On a bright note, it is a bright and beautiful spring day, a light breeze and temperatures in the mid-70's. I bought new sandals; my feet are happy. I had a nice lunch with
antarcticlust and brdgt. They had sushi and I had mango tofu from the Jamaican place. My English teacher has nothing to criticize in my writing. Her comments on my last assignment, my Atlantis/Research project were " I repeat: You can write. You can also research. Fantastic writing. Well done." See, it's not hard to find good in the world, I must remind myself.
