Thursday, March 04, 2004
I feel the overwhelming compulsion to squeal like a little girl.
I just got my last story back in Creative Writing. With some very critical comments -- critical in the good way, though. Then the commentary says:
I hope you understand that this is so much better than most of the other pieces that I can talk to you on a different level. You're beyond the nuts and bolts. This story needs subtleties.
Excellent writing. Fine story.
Oh, I give up, I can't keep it in any longer.
*squeals* Quietly, of course.
Since we didn't discuss the story in class, I'm going to e-mail him with any questions. It definitely needs some revision; more description, mostly, since I cut a lot of it in the interests of word-limits. But still... woo! I feel special.
It at least makes up for the 88 I got on my history test. Argh. I'm going to dispute a couple of things, in hopes that it might get me an extra two points.
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