Did I ever tell you how I failed Creative Writing?
I absolutely hated it. I hated writing around prompts that I didn’t give a shit about. I hated formatting. And deadlines. And having others edit the life out of everything just for the sake of seeming productive.
One time, I turned in a “poem” that had something to do with space. It was a bunch of words scattered on the page. I told the professor it was meant to be read in the style of Captain Kirk (William Shatner). He bought it - barely.
Was this at KU? I had the same problem with a humorless Teacher’s Assistant. It was Western Civ I or II, I don’t remember, and we were supposed to be discussing the lecture we had heard on Descartes (whom I really, really dislike). The TA really had no idea what he was doing and he had decided to try to prove that the meaning of “I think, therefore I am” is that we can never really clear our minds of all thought. This is a ridiculous reading of the statement, I know. So, he asked us to be quiet and try to keep our minds clear for 3-5 minutes and at the end, he asked us to tell him what we couldn’t clear out of our minds. Three guesses as to what I said that got me kicked out of that discussion class.
You got it:
The Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.
Ugh! Not KU Western Civ! I thought I had successfully blocked that horrible class out of my mind forever…until today. Blech!
