Apr 24, 2017
I seriously don’t even know what is going on in this story. It’s so band. There’s too many characters. I don’t know what’s happening other than people yelling about absurdity.
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I seriously don’t even know what is going on in this story. It’s so band. There’s too many characters. I don’t know what’s happening other than people yelling about absurdity.
*pagan hissing*
*screams* the asshole who wrote the religious bullshit story just reveled how fucking sexist he is several times in class and I'M SO ANGRY RIGHT NOW I WILL DEFEND
idk maybe it was just me but I was kinda expecting someone to be like “hey your story incorperated a lesbian couple and no one else has done that” during workshop but I guess I really am the only one who thinks it’s important to be all “HEY DIVERSITY IS IN HERE. YOU GET A FUCKING GOLD STAR. THANK YOU FOR THE REPRESENTATION. THIS WAS REALLY COOL.”
.... *sigh*
as;kdfhkjasdhfkadjffsa whAT AM I READ???ING????
“Oh, Hi! It’s you again,” she said, her “you” laced with small amounts of intrigue and flirtation.
“Oh, hello. Still lost I see?”
“Well, you can’t actually SEEEEEEEE me can you? Otherwise this would probably be a lot easier. Actually, no, you wouldn’t want to see me now, I look like shit.”
Jason wanted to respond, Oh, I am sure you look beautiful, but what came out was, “Ha…um yea! I do too?”
She laughed at his awkward response, and her laugh bounced around his head like he was a spaceship orbiting the moon.
“I think I am in the right place now, I just need the direction of my hotel.”
“Ok, what is the name of it.”
“Why? Are you gonna come STALK me?” she asked playfully.
“Not all librarians are creeps, just some of us,” Jason said, trying to match her level of flirtation. He hadn’t engaged in any kind of chitchat or flirting for quite some time. He and his wife hadn’t flirted since high school.
WHAT AM I READING????
THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A 400 LEVEL CREATIVE WRITING ADVANCED PROSE FORMS CLASS
oh god and the protag is insufferable and straight and
I’m fucking too gay for this goddamn it
HE GETS ANGRY AT HIS FEMALE COWORKER (tho possibly wife I can’t tell cause the author hasn’t named her yet aND didn’t bother to distinguish between the two with pronouns) AND INSTEAD OF TELLING HER HE’D HAVE LIKED COFFE IN THE MORNING HE SPENDS THE REST OF HIS DAY AT WORK THINKING and I quote “terrible thoughts about her for the rest of the evening” and it “would give him more satisfaction than the shitty comeback he would have given in that moment.”
i hate this class
Pro tip to poetry prof: when someone doesn't laugh or smile at a light hearted comment directed at them, don't fucking ask if everything is okay. They're going to say no. And then you're going to feel awkward. Not everything has to be fucking happy smiles and roses. Move on.
A girl who's been at the hospital for the past week just broke down in class cause she hasn't been able to study and she's kinda somewhat being made to take the quiz... I really despise this professor.