Tomorrow I have a first draft of a movie review due, but sitting here watching the third consecutive hour roll by with nothing but a blank word document is turning my heart cold with bitterness toward my professor.
First of all, this dude sucks at grading. I could shit on a piece of paper, smear it around and turn it in and he’d hand it back with an A+ scribbled across the front. He simply will not critique work. How the fuck else are we supposed to learn? It’s like the most disrespectful way to show you don’t actually give a fuck about your students.
Also, he spends entire class periods showing us papers and examples that HE has written, so we can applaud him and give him a pat on the back and tell him how gifted HE is. This last class period though, he did something amazing and unexpected: He shut the fuck up and allowed us to spend the entire class time writing. Now, like most people, I can’t just start fucking writing like OKAY HERE I GO, WRITING NOW. No. That’s not how that works, and if you can do that then I bow down to you, but that’s not how I function. Especially when I’m used to spending that whole class period listening to that narcissistic dick monger talk about himself, no. I was not prepared for this.
Okay, so I can tell he’s a little afraid of me, because he goes around constantly checking on other students, but he always avoids me. Yesterday during our writing time, I blatantly spent the hour reading scary stories on thought catalog because, fuck whatever. So he comes up to me; timid with embarrassingly forced confidence and asks how my writing is coming along. I tell him that I can’t just start writing. I can’t just sit here in a room full of people and get in the zone and write, I just can’t. I wasn’t trying to be difficult or call for attention by acting like some seasoned writer who already knows their niche, but I was being honest and I sounded clearly annoyed with his presence. He asked me how much I could get done that day and I told him I couldn’t promise anything. I could feel him still standing behind me all awkward as fuck still, so I told him I’d do what I could but I couldn’t give him a number of words. Finally he walked away. I then immediately signed in on the attendance sheet, packed my shit up and left.
So, now I’m still sitting here with a blank word document with nothing to turn in. At least I wrote something though.
I hate that guy…