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Woman in Mind
Jan. 8th, 2003 07:49 pmGod do my thighs hurt. Liz had us do some stretching today in acting class. I didn't realize how crazy out of shape I was, just a few lunges and my legs lost practically all ability to hold the rest of my body up.
Today our class bonded as an ensemble, or at least thats what Liz says. She had us do some "trust" excersizes. Like the entire group just had to walk around the room, and one person would random yell "I'm fallling," and they would start to fall to the floor. The entire group had to run and catch the person. It was kinda neat.
Lit class pissed me off though, mainly because a bunch of stupid freshman were trying to argue with me about writing. We were analyzing a poem by Anne Bradstreet in which she waffles between two different opinions, on one hand she wants to praise God and on the other she wants to curse him, and we were discussing the reasons for the contradiction. Some people suggested that she was creating conflict and thus, purposely manipulating the reader. Others suggested that maybe the contradiction was an accident, a mistake in the text that she didn't catch before it went to press.
Now considering the fact that the conflict waas the entire point of the poem, this theory is positively absurd. So I raised my hand and commented on how poets revise their work NUMEROUS times before even submitting it for publication, they pay attention to style and syntax and line breaks; a poet is very aware of what they are writing therefore it's impossible to think that she "accidentally" created conflict in her poem.
And these three DUMB AS FUCKING BLOCKS freshman jump on me saying shit like "well maybe YOU revise all your stuff numerous times, but Anne Bradstreet might not have." and I was like "people nothing that gets scribbled haphazardly on a napkin is good enough to get published, revision is what shapes a classic piece of literature INTO a classic piece of literature." and they were all like "Nuh uh!!!" and "That's not true."
WHAT?! Do they think revision is a twentieth century invention? Do they think that Melville and Poe, and the Romantics never revised a poem? Do they think genius doesn't require editing? Doesn't require work? Do they know how many people look at and CHANGE a manuscript before it goes to press?
I swear I got so pissed because, you know, I've been studying writing and literature for five damn years. I think I know a little more about analysis and the writing process then three little freshman who do not yet have an understanding of how the written word operates. I think I deserve a little fucking respect! Call me egotistical but I genuinely believe I am one of the smarter people in that class because I am a senior English major, BECAUSE I have devoted a significant portion of my life to the study of writing. I can't stand it when people have no experience with a subject and yet presume they know everything about it. Sure I may come from an acting family and I may have gotten cast in a couple plays, that doesn't mean I'm an expert on acting. I have very little formal training, and limited experience in the theater. So I would never presume to know more than oh say, my brother Mike who studied acting for FIFTEEN FUCKING YEARS!!!! Or Will who has studied it here at Knox for 5. Both men have spent significantly more time acting, performing, building, analyzing and just generally learning about the theater, so if I had an idea about a play or a role, and one of them suggested I try looking at it a different way, I wouldn't fucking argue, I'd do what they fucking told me!
Okay sorry I just had to rant about that.
But on the up side, I have decided I adore Aaron Saylor!!! He was my total partner in crime today in Lit class. The two of us read all the poems the exact same way, and when one of us said something the class didn't quite take to, the other was there to back up the idea, it was sweet! It was weird, cause we were both at opposite sides of the circle, facing in towards each other, we hadn't spoken to one another or anything, we just jumped into the conversation and nodded at each other when one of us said something the other liked, and we were kinda playing off each other and it was SOOOOO coooool. I'm gonna make Aaron my Lit buddy :)
And I finally saw the Kirk Look alike today in the caf. I was starting to think he hadn't returned to Knox. But there he was. And now that I know his name, I'm not so scared of him anymore. He's not the Kirk look alike, he's Matt. He's a person apart from the emotions he stirs up in me.
Well I'm here in the music library for three hours until closing. Guess I better get some homework done during that time.
Ciao.
Today our class bonded as an ensemble, or at least thats what Liz says. She had us do some "trust" excersizes. Like the entire group just had to walk around the room, and one person would random yell "I'm fallling," and they would start to fall to the floor. The entire group had to run and catch the person. It was kinda neat.
Lit class pissed me off though, mainly because a bunch of stupid freshman were trying to argue with me about writing. We were analyzing a poem by Anne Bradstreet in which she waffles between two different opinions, on one hand she wants to praise God and on the other she wants to curse him, and we were discussing the reasons for the contradiction. Some people suggested that she was creating conflict and thus, purposely manipulating the reader. Others suggested that maybe the contradiction was an accident, a mistake in the text that she didn't catch before it went to press.
Now considering the fact that the conflict waas the entire point of the poem, this theory is positively absurd. So I raised my hand and commented on how poets revise their work NUMEROUS times before even submitting it for publication, they pay attention to style and syntax and line breaks; a poet is very aware of what they are writing therefore it's impossible to think that she "accidentally" created conflict in her poem.
And these three DUMB AS FUCKING BLOCKS freshman jump on me saying shit like "well maybe YOU revise all your stuff numerous times, but Anne Bradstreet might not have." and I was like "people nothing that gets scribbled haphazardly on a napkin is good enough to get published, revision is what shapes a classic piece of literature INTO a classic piece of literature." and they were all like "Nuh uh!!!" and "That's not true."
WHAT?! Do they think revision is a twentieth century invention? Do they think that Melville and Poe, and the Romantics never revised a poem? Do they think genius doesn't require editing? Doesn't require work? Do they know how many people look at and CHANGE a manuscript before it goes to press?
I swear I got so pissed because, you know, I've been studying writing and literature for five damn years. I think I know a little more about analysis and the writing process then three little freshman who do not yet have an understanding of how the written word operates. I think I deserve a little fucking respect! Call me egotistical but I genuinely believe I am one of the smarter people in that class because I am a senior English major, BECAUSE I have devoted a significant portion of my life to the study of writing. I can't stand it when people have no experience with a subject and yet presume they know everything about it. Sure I may come from an acting family and I may have gotten cast in a couple plays, that doesn't mean I'm an expert on acting. I have very little formal training, and limited experience in the theater. So I would never presume to know more than oh say, my brother Mike who studied acting for FIFTEEN FUCKING YEARS!!!! Or Will who has studied it here at Knox for 5. Both men have spent significantly more time acting, performing, building, analyzing and just generally learning about the theater, so if I had an idea about a play or a role, and one of them suggested I try looking at it a different way, I wouldn't fucking argue, I'd do what they fucking told me!
Okay sorry I just had to rant about that.
But on the up side, I have decided I adore Aaron Saylor!!! He was my total partner in crime today in Lit class. The two of us read all the poems the exact same way, and when one of us said something the class didn't quite take to, the other was there to back up the idea, it was sweet! It was weird, cause we were both at opposite sides of the circle, facing in towards each other, we hadn't spoken to one another or anything, we just jumped into the conversation and nodded at each other when one of us said something the other liked, and we were kinda playing off each other and it was SOOOOO coooool. I'm gonna make Aaron my Lit buddy :)
And I finally saw the Kirk Look alike today in the caf. I was starting to think he hadn't returned to Knox. But there he was. And now that I know his name, I'm not so scared of him anymore. He's not the Kirk look alike, he's Matt. He's a person apart from the emotions he stirs up in me.
Well I'm here in the music library for three hours until closing. Guess I better get some homework done during that time.
Ciao.
