the great white hope

My English class seems to piss me off more and more each day. Today I found out the rough draft of my paper - the one on how realistic The West Wing is (which got totally ripped apart by the professor, who called it "not relevant" because The West Wing has been off the air for nearly three years and he doesn't think I have enough sources) is due Monday, the same day as my journalistic review for Film AND my take home exam and essay for Anthropology. I haven't started any of it. Seriously, all this writing has turned me off to becoming a writer.

And it turns out that those stupid little essays I have to read and summarize are worth 30 points each, and I haven't done any of them so far, since a) they're stupid and totally not relevant to what the whole class is about, and b) I'm too busy writing papers for the class PLUS papers for my other classes, and I just don't have the time. So I'm practically failing the class right now, even though I don't know my exact grade. I can only assume these things. Ngh.

Although I did get to bitch about the class with a student, which was really nice to let out some of my frustruations and let me know that I am not the only one who finds the professor to be not a very good teacher. Only a few more weeks, I tell myself, then I will be done with the class (and the stupid college) FOREVER.

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Grandma sent me another check, so I bought things! The West Wing Script Book for Seasons 1&2 (I already have the one for Seasons 3&4, and have been looking for the first one for years), a lined paper Moleskine (which should hopefully motivate me to write more) and black Converses. I'm also debating whether or not to get this shirt, and in what color. Thoughts?

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I've been so busy the past few weeks that I haven't even thought about my inrevelations assignment, let alone what I'm going to write. I'm going through a serious bout of creative writer's block, yo. Help me out.