Took me a lot longer than I had initially anticipated but at least it's fucking DONE now.
I could use a tall glass of champagne right about now. Notice I said champagne and not beer. Keepin' it classy. As usual. Psh...
And you know what the earth-shattering, jaw-dropping thing is?
I entirely followed the directions and rubric. That's a novel concept for me. Usually, in the past, I merely steal a glance at it, all glassy-eyed and wrapped up in my own thoughts, toss it aside negligently and go about executing the assigned task in the most off the wall manner possible.
oh speaking of which, my AP Gov teacher (should NOT have taken that fucking class. Chock full of stats-spewing, Daily Show-Colbert Report watching, political jargon using, witty political t-shirt wearing elitists.) referred to my writing as "Clarespeak". Clearly she had been under the impression that my writing was a brand new language that had completely set itself apart from English.
it was perfectly foreign to her, that's for sure. My twisted interpretations of the various forms of government and how they came about, and who supported them, and whatnot left her flabbergasted and mentally disturbed, I honestly believe.
Anyway, it's whatever, I only took that class because she was hot and an ardent supporter of gay rights so therefore, I tricked myself into thinking that I was thoroughly well-versed in all things political and it was indeed my niche. Hell no.
I told myself one thing as the semester drew to a close: STICK TO CREATIVE WRITING YOU DUMB BITCH. FICTION AND POETRY. THAT'S IT.
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