There's irony in this, but that's a different story. First day back in class, my story did not go over well. Apparently, the fat girl isn't nearly as interesting as the carnies and my first instinct to focus on Julie was correct (I second guessed that-- once again I fail at judging my own work). But the pressure is mostly gone since the last three things I've read have all been substandard material. Now I'm free to do whatever-- I just had to get off that pattern of always bringing in the best thing yet, it was way too much pressure. I managed a High Distinction and a Distinction+ on my mid-semester marks, which is excellent. I basically just have to get credit in June to pass the first semester.
Also: good news, everyone! When Phillip goes on sabbatical in June, Moya Costello is taking over our instruction-- but only half of it. We lucked out and scored Jane, on exchange from the UK, to teach our other course. She's a very successful novelist and not only will the variety be healthy, but she'll be an invaluable asset to push me in the direction of much longer projects.
I felt bad after class. Really bad. So Lauren and Sophie took me to McDonald's where I gorged myself and felt immediately better. Some days I think all I need to get me back on track is a little Jack in the Box. God damn this continent.
Drink Count: 0
Roman and I taking a shot at his house warming party, and me laying on the neighbors porch two hours later (notice the awesome shirt!)
I distinctly remember this:
I have absolutely no memory of this:
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