I'm Still Standing
Feb. 19th, 2002 02:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morrigirlIt's 1:40 PM and I am still awake.
I got my midterm done, that was no problem. However I have not even looked at the packet for fiction class yet and I prolly won't write an explication for poetry class today. Monica will hate me. Who cares?
I was actually ruminating the other day on how differently my poetry has developed under the tuteledge of both Monica and Beth Ann. When I was in Beth Anns class she always seemed to want more of everything so most of my poems for her class became extremely long. On the other hand, Monica is all about cutting and microediting, so now all of my poetry is becoming very short. It's funny how in an attempt to please your teachers your poetry bends itself to fit their personal aesthetic.
And Gemma reamed me during lunch. Well not really but she gave me a little bit of a talking to. I was telling her about...well...whatever the hell it is that is occuring between Kevin and I and she was all like, "Carla, there is no way I'm letting you get back with that racist fuck." I shouldn't want him, I know I shouldn't want him. I shudder to think of what Gemma will think of me if I should wind up getting back together with him.
Meep.
I'm tired. Time to go snooze on one of the couches in Wallace.
Carla
I got my midterm done, that was no problem. However I have not even looked at the packet for fiction class yet and I prolly won't write an explication for poetry class today. Monica will hate me. Who cares?
I was actually ruminating the other day on how differently my poetry has developed under the tuteledge of both Monica and Beth Ann. When I was in Beth Anns class she always seemed to want more of everything so most of my poems for her class became extremely long. On the other hand, Monica is all about cutting and microediting, so now all of my poetry is becoming very short. It's funny how in an attempt to please your teachers your poetry bends itself to fit their personal aesthetic.
And Gemma reamed me during lunch. Well not really but she gave me a little bit of a talking to. I was telling her about...well...whatever the hell it is that is occuring between Kevin and I and she was all like, "Carla, there is no way I'm letting you get back with that racist fuck." I shouldn't want him, I know I shouldn't want him. I shudder to think of what Gemma will think of me if I should wind up getting back together with him.
Meep.
I'm tired. Time to go snooze on one of the couches in Wallace.
Carla
