Final Week Part 1

welcome all my dear friends to my favorite time of year. everybody is busy and running about and buying things and its all busy busy busy. no its not the holiday season. sorry to disappoint you. its FINALS season! love it! live it! breathe it all in! the time of craziness has set in. from now until next thursday we are in finals and things are due and i havent started! i love it.
writers block. thats what i have. i can spend all class writing stories, endless amounts of stories and poems and who knows what else, but when comes down to writing something to actually be handed in, im at a loss. how sad is that? very very sad.
my life, as we all know and love it, is ending. let me tell you why. because i just got my final assignment for practical crit class and im going to fail. 15 pages minimum of criticism on a book of my choice. HA! that career i was hoping to someday build, the ideas, hopes and dreams, that were brewing somewhere in the back of my mind are gone. i hate this paper. i loved the class. i like in a conference room with a bunch of girls who are english majors. we sit there together with out stacks of books, and we talk about literature, authors, movies, and funny TV shows. we bash tom cruise and katie holmes and we talk about who we like better, heath ledger or johnny depp. its fun. i love it. but when it comes down to doing the actual criticism of a book we've read, its a total flop. i have no idea what i am doing and everything i say comes out as either gibberish or it sounds ridiculous.

on the up side i finally finished my short story for mrs. rubinoff's class. i have never had a teacher who graded as harshly as she does. she is so anal in her grading, its terrifying. i kept reworking story, over and over again. i think im gonna drive myself to drink, which would be cool if i had anything to drink besides water and soda. i sat there for like four hours staring at a computer screen hoping i would get a stroke of brilliance, feeling extremely stupid. this is why i want to be an english major. not because i like to read classics, or because i enjoy writing research papers. im doing this because i like the creative writing process. i love writing short stories, and essays, and poems, and prose. thats fun for me. so there i sat unable to do the one thing i do happen to be good at. i felt very stupid. did i mention i was also sick that day? fortunately the next day jenny rescued me from the dorm for several hours. i got away from the craziness and the drama, we went to the mall, i bought something pink, i got greek salad, and we watched about three hours of figure skating on TV. i went home and finished writing my story in about an hour. i am much accomplished.

maybe not. none pages completed of this paper, fifteen left to go.............