Catching up on things; TLDR.

I. The Chronicles of a not so Literature class

Sorry, I know you like her, but you're alone in this. For me, her teaching style doesn't work from the perspective that... she doesn't teach. When she told us to write me a note on what you've improved on this semester in English Lit, I was baffled. I can bullshit well. I actually think I regressed. You see, my writing was shit anyway, but now it's not salvageable. The most writing I've done is for my science classes, how strange. And even my math class required a something something based on proper grammar, mechanics, style, intellectual thought, etc... So in the note I wrote what I could which was I'm a lot more in tuned with my emotions now and relating them into texts. What I really want her to do is less of that interactive shit with a partner - c'mon, do you really talk to your partner about the text? No. - and more about class discussion about the text, answer questions, allow us to make connections, arrive at conclusions.. all these presentations aren't improving my skills as a writer and reader. They're making me bullshit the night before on a book I read three months ago and have little memory left of its content or stare out into space for 15 minutes each class because I've read the book that's being presented and would like to nap. It's harsh thinking that I'd like Bruce back, but it's reality. She's a nice lady, but honestly... I miss the long discussion of analyzing every little thing in a text for all class period. It was riveting and I'd like to get excited about literature again. Awkward... this paragraph is longer than my IA. The one I've been working on all night.

II. No more biracial couples

I quit Streetcar.  I have more important priorities like, ahem graduating, than being told I suck ass every week (and that's being polite). It was just that 1) I realized that I didn't like Stella. 2) Every rehearsal my lines would be interrupted so I got fed up. It shouldn't take two/three hours to do a scene then to have him tell him that I wasn't good enough. But I'm doing advertisement and ticket sales and tech... what I wanted to do originally. I already got us our rights. I wear the pants. I think I'm more of a producer than an actor. I always feel awkward on stage. I rather be the one running things and making stuff happen. idk idk. I think Danielle is a much better fit for Stella and deserves a main roll.

III. I have a mustache

I think everyone does. It's just behind the LED screen of a 35 mega pixel camera, no one looks attractive. Random areas of my cheek look like dark ridged valleys and other areas look like huge mounds of angry red ants. It's sincerely heinous. I hope no one ever has too look at me that close. Ever.

IV. Every seven years

Scientists say that every seven years you are a brand new person, meaning that none of the cells on you at a particular moment were there 7 years ago. This is why babies' hair changes as they get older. My cousin was born with blond hair, by the time she was 10 it was completely black. I swear she didn't dye it. Idk why I thought of that. I think cus my hair right now is a ball of poof whereas two weeks ago it was straight as butt.