I am a writer: movies, books, songs, poetry....whatever. I took a year off to write myself silly. I bought a 5th wheel and moved to the desert. I am the writer of the novel, Sometimes I Forget To Breathe. I am currently working on 3 screenplays, but really focused on revising one in particular: Sooty In The Field. This is my journal to somewhere. Email me at: freshscreenplays@gmail.com
Sunday, October 23, 2011
The Sociology 28 Professor
Okay, so last week for the web assignment in Sociology 28, we had to talk about our experience with cohabitation. I have 6 months experience with cohabitation that ended badly; I wasn't really feeling the assignment. I threw a paragraph worth of something on paper and submitted it. The professor was thoroughly disgusted. She gave me a 6 out of 10, and chided me on the lack of effort.(Now this is the lady that loves my writing style). So I promptly wrote her back - apologizing. I told her I was having a bad week. She accepted my apology and told me we are all entitled to a bad week. She told me to rebound. Rebound? That 6 didn't affect my A one bit.
This week we had to write about gay marriages and why people are against it. I took my time writing it - just like she likes it; full of descriptions and drama. And I nailed it. But I'm still feeling a little burned out, so I told her I was not going to class Monday because I had a family emergency. She said she would not drop me for taking a day off, but she didn't want my grades to slide and would really like for me to be there. I did not respond.
Well, Saturday morning I got an email from her saying she would cancel class on Monday. She did not give an explanation. Really? Is that special or what?