----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- revised, revising, revision: visions So here we are in the final semester of grad school and i'm really starting to get this panicked feeling --14 more weeks to 'get' this. Like, if those 14 weeks are up and I'm still not a good writer then that is IT. Last night MM, the professor, basically dissed the piece I turned in/read aloud. Said it was 'remote' and some of the details were not specific enough (i.e. generic). Man oh man oh man was I ever unhappy. I'm in my fifth semester I should be beyond these issues. GB says no, it's not that simple, that I'll graduate and keep learning and improving and yes I've come along way in my writing since Fall 2002. But I just wanted to cry. Even after talking to MM after class. Sometimes it's just as simple as a word here, a line there she said. Sometimes. It's. Just. As. Simple. Nothing is just as simple. Nothing. It hurt. It stung. It made me want to scream and cry and tear up my papers. Childish, silly --- I know. But 14 weeks and counting and I want to feel as if I've overcome some of these creative hurdles. 2:48 pm - 09.03.04
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