Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Essay # 4
WRITE 298
Creative Non-Fiction
Dr. Michael Lahey
Advisor: Sean Penn
Spring Session
MWF 9:00-9:50 AM
Forecast: Stormy
I kid you not- this was the header of my fourth essay assignment. It is: PLACE.
I think I might write about this bar I used to go to- an extremely tight-knit, incestuous community, kind of like the SU, just with more drinking.
He also went off on a rant about people calling themselves "pre-med".
"There is no such thing at this university. You- what do you want to be- a professor maybe?"
(points at random student)
"Uh. Yeah, sure, whatever. Why not."
"So, next time someone asks you what you are studying, say: pre-prof."
Then, he makes us do another inkshedding.
The instructions:
"Well, I guess they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night."
A photograph.
A historical reference.
The colour red.
While we were all busy thinking up a dumb story revolving around the first line of a Bruce Springsteen song, he keeps muttering.
"I'm pre-cynical."
(does a little dance)
"I'm pre-institutionalized."
(smiles proudly)
Then, he gives me back my essay. I got a B. A B!
OUCH.
(somebody stroke my ego. Quick.)
"Catrin, I referred to you again last class. Melissa brought in lyrics from a Corey HArt song to analyze, and they were political. Like you. I told Melissa to stay home more often. Not because she is 9 months pregnant, but on account of her musical tastes."
Creative Non-Fiction
Dr. Michael Lahey
Advisor: Sean Penn
Spring Session
MWF 9:00-9:50 AM
Forecast: Stormy
I kid you not- this was the header of my fourth essay assignment. It is: PLACE.
I think I might write about this bar I used to go to- an extremely tight-knit, incestuous community, kind of like the SU, just with more drinking.
He also went off on a rant about people calling themselves "pre-med".
"There is no such thing at this university. You- what do you want to be- a professor maybe?"
(points at random student)
"Uh. Yeah, sure, whatever. Why not."
"So, next time someone asks you what you are studying, say: pre-prof."
Then, he makes us do another inkshedding.
The instructions:
"Well, I guess they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night."
A photograph.
A historical reference.
The colour red.
While we were all busy thinking up a dumb story revolving around the first line of a Bruce Springsteen song, he keeps muttering.
"I'm pre-cynical."
(does a little dance)
"I'm pre-institutionalized."
(smiles proudly)
Then, he gives me back my essay. I got a B. A B!
OUCH.
(somebody stroke my ego. Quick.)
"Catrin, I referred to you again last class. Melissa brought in lyrics from a Corey HArt song to analyze, and they were political. Like you. I told Melissa to stay home more often. Not because she is 9 months pregnant, but on account of her musical tastes."
posted by Catrin
4 Comments:
[8:28 PM, January 25, 2005]
For great justice. And humour.
[8:58 PM, January 25, 2005]
Leah
[9:18 PM, January 25, 2005]
"Whoooo...are you...who-who, who-who..?"
[7:44 AM, January 26, 2005]
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