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Howdy,





So I had my first official 'workshop' Monday night, which was on the piece I posted regarding my fantabulous German roommate. The response? The students, who are brutally honest and usually give me mixed, yet fair reviews of my stuff thought it was hilarious. The professor? Seemed to like it by the way she talked about it. Then I got home and read the comments...

"Okay, so all you're doing is complaining"


"I don't feel sorry for Eva. You sound obnoxious."

"It's really hard to like you at all, when all you do is bitch."

"This is very one dimensional. You put yourself on a pedestal, expecting the reader to sympathize with you. YOU ARE NOT A VICTIM." (The part in Caps was actually in a different pen color.)

Lastly,

"Stacey, this piece is not an essay; rather, it is a list of complaints about your roommate, and the fact that you do nothing to take a stand for yourself makes me hate your character even more. Give it more dimension, okay? Thanks."


Soooooo yeah. But to be honest? I'm doing alright. Talked with the other students, and knowing that they've been honest in the past helped me see their comments and suggestions in a better light than the prof. So maybe birds don't rest their wings on window perches, and some of the chronology is a bit off. But I wasn't trying to solve literary cancer; I basically did just want to complain. Next time, I'll throw myself under the bus. Relax, not literally. :)

...and never mention the fact that I dressed like an obnoxious, slutty school girl AGAIN. hehe

Let's keep on writing/posting!!!

PS I'll be at BC all weekend, in case anyone wants to meet up.