Anonymous blog comments sure make me happy.
I never mind being told that I look good, that I'm funny, or that I sing well. (I am not, of course, told that very often, but nevertheless, it's nice.) But when I hear that somebody enjoyed something that I wrote, I feel accomplished.
My new anonymous blog comment has just inspired another blog post. Thank you!
I don't generally like to write long posts about writing, but all too often, when I sit down to write, that's all that's in my head. Ideally, I'd have a brilliant idea or hilarious story for every night of the year. But most days, I have a really hard time finding something to say.
I suppose I could write blogs like, "Wow, guys. I sat at a lot of red lights today." Or, "This homework is so hard!! Damn this homework!"
Unfortunately, that's all I can really think to say.
It's not that nothing has been happening for me. In fact, I've experienced more precariousness and excitement in these past few months than ever before. I'm hesitant, though, to throw such personal things into cyberspace. And the last thing I want this blog to be is a "Dear Diary." I have other notebooks for that.
I guess I could tell you about how my first quarter at DU has been--good, I guess. But in all honesty, my classes weren't especially enlightening. I took one freshman seminar class, theatre-based, in which I wrote and performed a ten minute solo piece. That was my one good class--it was challenging, a lot of work and at times a pain in the ass, but I accomplished something. I was amazed to discover that I could write, memorize and perform, while making people laugh in the process.
My other classes--Honors Literature, Intro to Creative Writing, and Foundations in Music--weren't as great. Creative Writing was okay, in that I got to write and actually came up with some interesting stuff. But I was disappointed to discover that in the creative writing world, anything is acceptable. I learned nothing in that class about what distinguishes good writing from bad writing. Instead, I was encouraged to write silly writing prompts like, "What does this picture look like?" or "Write from the perspective of a shark." I participated in these prompts, managing on some occasions to produce a semi-interesting piece of writing, but then all I did with that was announce to my classmates, "This assignment was weird for me, because I generally don't consider copying sentences out of a textbook to be real writing (And yes, that was an actual assignment), but this is what I wrote."
That was just about all that happened in that class. And this blog is boring enough already--I won't go into detail about the other two.
All ranting set aside, though, DU has been okay. I'm still figuring out whether I like it or not. There are good days and bad days, new friends and creepy psychopaths. It's all falling into place quite nicely, though.
I'd promise to keep you posted, but I know I would be lying. Nobody really cares about DU that much.
Some days, though, that's just all there is to say.
My new anonymous blog comment has just inspired another blog post. Thank you!
I don't generally like to write long posts about writing, but all too often, when I sit down to write, that's all that's in my head. Ideally, I'd have a brilliant idea or hilarious story for every night of the year. But most days, I have a really hard time finding something to say.
I suppose I could write blogs like, "Wow, guys. I sat at a lot of red lights today." Or, "This homework is so hard!! Damn this homework!"
Unfortunately, that's all I can really think to say.
It's not that nothing has been happening for me. In fact, I've experienced more precariousness and excitement in these past few months than ever before. I'm hesitant, though, to throw such personal things into cyberspace. And the last thing I want this blog to be is a "Dear Diary." I have other notebooks for that.
I guess I could tell you about how my first quarter at DU has been--good, I guess. But in all honesty, my classes weren't especially enlightening. I took one freshman seminar class, theatre-based, in which I wrote and performed a ten minute solo piece. That was my one good class--it was challenging, a lot of work and at times a pain in the ass, but I accomplished something. I was amazed to discover that I could write, memorize and perform, while making people laugh in the process.
My other classes--Honors Literature, Intro to Creative Writing, and Foundations in Music--weren't as great. Creative Writing was okay, in that I got to write and actually came up with some interesting stuff. But I was disappointed to discover that in the creative writing world, anything is acceptable. I learned nothing in that class about what distinguishes good writing from bad writing. Instead, I was encouraged to write silly writing prompts like, "What does this picture look like?" or "Write from the perspective of a shark." I participated in these prompts, managing on some occasions to produce a semi-interesting piece of writing, but then all I did with that was announce to my classmates, "This assignment was weird for me, because I generally don't consider copying sentences out of a textbook to be real writing (And yes, that was an actual assignment), but this is what I wrote."
That was just about all that happened in that class. And this blog is boring enough already--I won't go into detail about the other two.
All ranting set aside, though, DU has been okay. I'm still figuring out whether I like it or not. There are good days and bad days, new friends and creepy psychopaths. It's all falling into place quite nicely, though.
I'd promise to keep you posted, but I know I would be lying. Nobody really cares about DU that much.
Some days, though, that's just all there is to say.
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