My Creative Writing class ended last week. I'll miss it.
It was fun. Definitely one of the best classes I've had all year round. It gave me a reason to write more than I normally would, and now I have two good, quality pieces of work that I can be proud of. Discipline to write is a lot easier to conjure up when your marks depend on it. Makes me almost wish that I had CW class all the time.
It's not the end, though. With a bit of luck, I should be able to keep the steam going. My lecturer's already told me that I'm welcome to send any writing I do to her for criticism. That should put me on the way to improving myself. I'm not the class' best writer, but I'm one of the better ones, if my lecturer is to be trusted. Way to boost my stupid ego, Miss.
I'm a bit conflicted on that point, actually. I think it stems from my desire to be the best among my peers. I get frustrated when this isn't the case, so I tend to go over my mistakes and assign blame. This blame, of course, usually falls on others. Don't get me wrong, I blame myself as well. It's just that when I'm to blame, I accept it as being a lack of better judgement, but when others are responsible, I believe it due to incompetence.
That's egoistic and I know it, but can you blame me? I always find my group projects hindered by the rest in the group. There's never a real leader in the team, and when there is, the group usually refuses to listen to him or her. Democracy is always less efficient than dictatorship. Only thing I find good about group work is the extra help and ideas, and even that can be too much or little at times.
Moving on, I've just gone for both of my two other classes, Animation Fundamentals and Multimedia Fundamentals.
AniFund first up. The lecturer's a flip (here's to you, Nakross) who's got absolutely no idea how to manage people. He walked in, got us to sit in front of him and told us how horrible the subject was going to be, and how we'd better leave if we couldn't take it.
Yeah. Great job, moron. Make us hate your lessons before we even start. Look, you've even got a stupid little monotone going on so we'll all fall asleep too! Oh, and now you're telling us to call you Mr? And giving us house rules stricter than most other lecturers? And you're asking us why we look bored and aren't talking to you? Didn't you just tell us you weren't our friend?
Here's a clue, stupid. You just walked into a class of starry-eyed students and made them all hate you. You want a answer from us? How's about you take your fat face and slam it into a wall?
At least he's got the right ideas about learning. He needs to bond with us, not dump info and push us aside. The way he treats us now, you'd think he was lecturing a class of condoms. And at least condoms are appreciated.
Multimedia Fundamentals was a joke as well. The lecturer looks young enough to be our classmate, which isn't that bad a thing. The problem is she's as scatterbrained and clueless as the rest of us. Nothing much else to report, actually. Her class was only an hour long, and that hour was mostly spent figuring out what to do next.
Hopefully, I'll have a better impression of these two by the end of the week. If not, well... You can't lose something you never had.
Is anyone else completely psyched for Coraline? I've never actually read the book, but it looks awesome so far.