A little bird lit down
Sep. 12th, 2006 03:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tilly_stratfordI can't get down and I won't get down
And stay all night with thee
For the girl I have in that merry green land
I love far better than thee
I'm so high right now! Some of it because of the pancakes we've just had for dinner (pancakes! I never thought my health-fixated school would serve pancakes! Oh glorious school!), but mostly because of today's writing class. Today we begun reading through what we had written so far and get the others' responses on it. We were all so nervous I don't think there was one of us who didn't at one point stare longingly at the exit door, but wow. Some of my classmates can write such brilliant text, so intense and fascinating. If these guys won't get far, I don't know what's wrong with the world.
Of course my text would be read last. It was a short story I initially thought was too stagnant and different from everybody else's texts and at one point I wanted to scrap it, so I knew the story would be ripped apart by fourteen aspiring writers and one published one. Turned out, I got tubloads of positive response on it! My teacher thought it was well-structured (structured, me?) and exciting, while two people've told me they wish they could write like me. I got some constructive criticism, of course, but on nothing major and not nearly as much as I had feared, and most of it seems like good solutions I'll probably use when I'll rewrite it.
I'm such a mix of pride and joy and relief, I don't know what to do with myself. I've come to really, really like that text (which is the story of a broken faucet, an economist buried in curtains, a cherrywood desk and lots of other things). I want to be great at this!
First I had a marvellous weekend, then free movie tickets to a an unofficial premiere (Sønner, a thoroughly disturbing movie) followed by a conversation with the producer, scriptwriter and director of said movie, and now this. Life is good once more.
Most students here were visited by their loved ones this weekend, but thanks to my mum, I got to take a much more pro-active way - she drove me home, and let my Snooky stay over. It was so good to see people again, most of all my mum, sister and Snooky. And to eat tacos, too! The only thing that surprised me was that when I came back to school on Sunday, was that I got the feeling of "Ahh, good ol' room" when I unlocked the door to my cell (as mentioned earlier, we've moved while I'v been away at school, so this was the first time I've seen the new house since last winter). But things like that'll get a bit more normal after a while I bet.
And I've read through the first song of The Illiad, which means no more homework for today! Hooray!
And stay all night with thee
For the girl I have in that merry green land
I love far better than thee
I'm so high right now! Some of it because of the pancakes we've just had for dinner (pancakes! I never thought my health-fixated school would serve pancakes! Oh glorious school!), but mostly because of today's writing class. Today we begun reading through what we had written so far and get the others' responses on it. We were all so nervous I don't think there was one of us who didn't at one point stare longingly at the exit door, but wow. Some of my classmates can write such brilliant text, so intense and fascinating. If these guys won't get far, I don't know what's wrong with the world.
Of course my text would be read last. It was a short story I initially thought was too stagnant and different from everybody else's texts and at one point I wanted to scrap it, so I knew the story would be ripped apart by fourteen aspiring writers and one published one. Turned out, I got tubloads of positive response on it! My teacher thought it was well-structured (structured, me?) and exciting, while two people've told me they wish they could write like me. I got some constructive criticism, of course, but on nothing major and not nearly as much as I had feared, and most of it seems like good solutions I'll probably use when I'll rewrite it.
I'm such a mix of pride and joy and relief, I don't know what to do with myself. I've come to really, really like that text (which is the story of a broken faucet, an economist buried in curtains, a cherrywood desk and lots of other things). I want to be great at this!
First I had a marvellous weekend, then free movie tickets to a an unofficial premiere (Sønner, a thoroughly disturbing movie) followed by a conversation with the producer, scriptwriter and director of said movie, and now this. Life is good once more.
Most students here were visited by their loved ones this weekend, but thanks to my mum, I got to take a much more pro-active way - she drove me home, and let my Snooky stay over. It was so good to see people again, most of all my mum, sister and Snooky. And to eat tacos, too! The only thing that surprised me was that when I came back to school on Sunday, was that I got the feeling of "Ahh, good ol' room" when I unlocked the door to my cell (as mentioned earlier, we've moved while I'v been away at school, so this was the first time I've seen the new house since last winter). But things like that'll get a bit more normal after a while I bet.
And I've read through the first song of The Illiad, which means no more homework for today! Hooray!
