cosmic_celery

I think it was a bit too geeky for my review group, but I did get one guy to shudder in terror. And that's always nice. I'll be doing a revision. I'll post that later under a cut, I think.

So, now, I'm sitting in a dubious-smelling seat in the school library. I just got out of my math class early (test days we just finish the test and leave) so now I've got a few hours 'till my Playwriting class...and to finish the homework for Playwriting. My procrastination makes me leave things 'till the last minute, but it all ends up done anyway, so it's win-win...until I misjudge how much time I need for a project. Hee.

After today is over, my spring break is officially started. Not that that means anything special in particular besides not having to go to school next week. But during that break I have to do a lot of writing. I'd like to finish my play that I've been working on, the Villanelle that's due for poetry class, and possibly get started on my longer play idea. I know the Villanelle is going to take a lot out of me. I usually get bogged down in formal poetic structures and end up with crappy poetry. But! We'll see. 

I'm wondering who my poetry teacher is going to pick for the student reading after break, but I probably won't know who's been chosen unless it's me. It would be neat to do that again after last semester, though I don't think that the teacher likes my work enough to pick me. Then again, so far I've only turned in pretty humorous stuff. The last two poems I turned in are at least not trying to be humorous. Maybe she'll take a liking to one of those. 

So, my goal over the weekend was to finish writing the Closet Drama (a play that is meant to be read rather than performed) that's supposed to be finished by Thursday. Did I finish that? NOOOO, I did not. Instead, I re-watched season one Torchwood episodes and made a cheese-tastic Tegan/Five playlist.  I swear fandom is eating me whole and is not apologizing.

I did manage to get most of my reading done, and I already had my poem for workshop done last week. The teacher was sick so the copies have been sitting in my backpack ever since. I'm really starting to dislike the poetry teacher, too...her taste seems to differ to the opposite extremes from mine. I suppose I shouldn't expect to be picked for the student reading this year. *headdesk*

I managed to get to school today (early even!) When mom left in the morning I got up, then fell back asleep and had an odd dream (wherein I was walking around the college trying to find my classes...then something about hurriedly printing out a paper. Then in the class the teacher (who may or may not have been Peter Davison) quickly asked me to convert something..."how many meters in a liter!" or something like that...then he showed slides of different breads and told us we'd need to memorize them.)  I suddenly realized I had been sleeping at about 9:15, and made a leisurely pace about getting ready. It was nice to have lots of time to get everything together. Took the bus to school way earlier that I needed to, but it was nice to have time to figure out where all my classes are.

So, this math class I'm taking is easy. I'm talking EASY. My homework for this week involves adding and subtracting, multiplication and division...and some exponents.

When I first came to the school I tested into "Intermediate Algebra" which I enrolled in, and dropped late because I was getting lost in the material and the instructor's accent. So, now, I'm hoping that going back to basics with help me build some sort of understanding that I've missed so far. We have a deaf person in the class, so there's a signer up front translating everything... which is pretty neat and fun to watch if i ever get bored. In this class I feel smarter than a lot of the people, but I know there's still stuff I need to learn and pay attention to.

I know that my favorite class of the semester is going to be my drama writing class (which I've taken once before.) The teacher has a personality that I can readily relate to, and he is a very smart guy. Of all my creative writing teachers, he's the one I'm least likely to correct, simply because there probably won't be anything I need to correct. The class is a small group, most of whom I'm already familiar with, and this is probably the class that I will learn from the most. I feel very humbled in his class, but I know I'm among people that I respect and are on my level. Bonus: I mentioned Doctor Who in class and Professor Sherlock (Karl) gave me a big thumbs up and asked me if I was watching Torchwood. XD Awesome.

My last class on Tuesday will be Poetry writing. It's chock full of people, a lot of whom are inexperienced, a lot who seem to know what they're doing. It's definitely going to be a mixed bag when it comes to comments on my poetry. I'm not sure if I like the teacher yet. While in a conversation with some other students, I felt like I was an authority in the way of poetry, as I found myself offering much more to the conversation that the other members of my group. Maybe I'll be more impressed by other people in the class.

Well, damn, I better get writing. I have to write an entire play this time around.