I had my last creative writing class on Wednesday night and if the final chapbook that is due today were not the bane of my existence, perhaps I would take a moment to recognize the passing of such an epic classroom.
Recipe for making a 3.5 hour night class at least remotely bearable:
(1) 6'1" girl who hates writing. It absolutely helps if her name is Annie Louise.
(1) Cynical nursing major with serious fiction skills
(1) Girl who doesn't brush her hair, wears combat boots and has tattoos of trees
(1) International student from Ethiopia
(1) Girl who bases all her writing on good friends and gin. But mostly gin.
Add a couple science fiction lovers for taste and flare, a bird lover and a bird hater only if you've got both on hand and of course a brilliant professor with a mysterious past and future who you absolutely can't stand.
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your blog makes me smile every time i read it! :)
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