First Day

Way too much to update, so a quick rundown. Last night when I got back from the QCs I had date #2 with Michael. That's right, a second date. Hmm.

So today's my first day of Spring Classes. I just had Health Psychology & Stress Management, henceforth known as "That Hippy Class." It's going to be a lot of work - a lot of outside stuff, like volunteering and projects and whatnot. But it actually looks like it'll be a pretty cool class. I already like the professor - she's hilarious. While introducing ourselves, she had us state our name, year, major, birth sign, and favorite food or restaurant. Someone said they liked those japanese restaurants where the chef prepares the food at your table. I knew I liked her when her response was "Sometimes, don't you just want them to drop the knife and chop off one of their elbows or something? Is that just me?" hah. Funny Lady.

My next class is creative writing, and I'm deeply looking forward to it. I haven't taken a writing course, aside from English 104, since high school, and I really think this might be the kick in the pants that I need to maybe get my book going, or at least get me writing some more short stories. We'll wait and see.

Alright, enough of the schmoozing. Gotta run and pick up my books. Then class, meeting Kate for dinner, run home to get some cleaning done before work tonight. Don't want to jinx anything, but I have a good feeling about this quarter.

Sadness

Just wanted to express my sadness and dissapointment over my creative writing class. It looks like it's going to be positively horrid. The professor is a heterosexist arrogant prick. He spent most of the class talking about what it means to be a "writer" like him. First of all, this is my opinion, but I don't think anyone can call themself a writer. There can be people who write; who write passionately and full-time and make their income from that, but I don't even then they can call themselves a writer. Like me for instance: I write, a lot, in fact, and it's my passion, it's what I love to do. I've been pretty successful at it too, fanfiction aside. I've had four different pieces professionally published. But I still don't think of myself as a writer. I'm just a guy that writes. Anyway, that aside, he was just very insistant on how exactly one is a writer. And that dissapoints me.

As for the class, we can chose to emphasize either poetry or short stories, and whichever we put our emphasis on will be how we're graded. We are not allowed to write any of the following: no characters are allowed to be between the ages of 13 and 30; we cannot write horror, science fiction, mystery, or supernatural fiction of any type; we may not write characters based on personal experience.

Now, I get that Creative Writing is more or less being able to write about something within a set of rules or prompts. Someone told me once that creativity is being able to use what you're given and only what you're given to the best of your ability. So, I can understand all of this. But my question is this: what if these things that he doesn't allow is what and how I, as a person who writes, want to write and what I am good at writing? What if this is what piques my interest and is what I am passionate about?

I can't drop the class, so I'm stuck with it. Maybe it'll get better, and I'm going to try and keep my chin up about it, but I do have to say I'm saddened and dissapointed by both the professor's attitude as well as how he conducts his class.