Teaching Creative Writing

I was going to write a long incisive description of what my first graduate class has been like. But after only three days, I've only really realized a few things. Some English graduate students are really just self-absorbed, self-righteous ass-holes. It seems that the majority are very nice, introspective writers who write because they feel a need/want/desire to express things in their lives, emotions, or world. However, there are definitely those English graduate students who are, in their inflated opinions, writers because they are "ahhhtists." This means that every conversation and discussion must center on them, their writing, and their technique. Everyone else and their writing is inferior. Anyone who has an opposing view is a senselessly misguided, Neanderthal with their anterior shoved up their posterior.

Otherwise my class is good. There are only 11 people and I'd say at least half are teachers of some kind, but most are going back for their Master's in English. The professor is a neat older guy, who obviously hasn't seen the inside of a high school classroom since Carter or even Ford was in office. He is your quintessential creative author - manic about imagination and leery of any kind of censoring. I have learned a lot in only three days, and I think this class will be very good for me. I have a 5-page personal essay due in class on Friday, and I have no clue what I am going to write about. Maybe my hut.

My hut. This was one neat exercise we did. I really liked it and went a little overboard. I'll post it here too. Oh, and Colleen I need to interview you before next Wednesday, as in a week from today. I have to interview someone who has taken a creative writing course. I can email you the questions if you want - once I write them.

Well, I am tired and this is all for tonight.