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It takes so very little to make my day anymore. I just got an e-mail telling me I'd been assigned to the creative thesis seminar taught by Elizabeth Crane. I know next-to-nothing about Elizabeth Crane (mostly, I've read through her blog, which satisfies me in knowing that there's no way she could be as freaking pretentious as Nicholas Pizzolatto seems). Mostly what I know is that she is not Nicholas Pizzolatto. And this makes the entirety of winter quarter look sooooo much better. So much.
Oh, and there's a TV writing class that fits perfectly into my schedule. I am going to die of creative writing next quarter, and as much as I complain about it, it will be wonderful. And I am happy.
Also, someone in my class made me a copy of the book I needed for free! ♥ I still had to sit through class without too much of an idea of what we were talking about (since I'd only been able to listen to a reading of some of the poems), but considering I almost didn't go to class out of embarrassment and general apathetic lethargy... it's worked out quite unexpectedly well. Of course, I've still got the meeting with my BA preceptor and my photo prof, but I'm cautiously optimistic. Perhaps today won't suck!
Oh, and there's a TV writing class that fits perfectly into my schedule. I am going to die of creative writing next quarter, and as much as I complain about it, it will be wonderful. And I am happy.
Also, someone in my class made me a copy of the book I needed for free! ♥ I still had to sit through class without too much of an idea of what we were talking about (since I'd only been able to listen to a reading of some of the poems), but considering I almost didn't go to class out of embarrassment and general apathetic lethargy... it's worked out quite unexpectedly well. Of course, I've still got the meeting with my BA preceptor and my photo prof, but I'm cautiously optimistic. Perhaps today won't suck!
