Satisfaction

First of all, I just want to say that my senior project has kept me so busy.  I’ve been pretty much avoiding people and their requests to hang out.  I’ve been missing my favorite shows.  I’ve been sleep deprived.  I’ve been miserable.  The worst part about it is that I’ve been pretty lax in writing entries.  I also haven’t been reading.  At the beginning of the year, I made a resolution to read and write more.  Daily, in fact.  And I was doing really well for a while and now I’ve completely stopped so I can focus all of my spare time on my short film.  I’ve even been putting off my one other class, only spending the smallest amount of time possible on it just to get by.

I’ve been pretty crappy at keeping up with my favorites’ entries and I’m sorry.  Forgive me, please.

I’ll probably only be posting sporadically from now on until mid-March, when this quarter is over.  I might not be able to read or note very much, though.

Forgive me, please.

But I just wanted to give a quick update on the Beau situation.  I was talking to Steve yesterday (‘cause I can’t really stay mad at Steve) and he even said he was getting fed up with Beau and his girlfriend.  You know if Steve, the most laid back person on the entire planet, is starting to get irked, there’s definitely a problem.  He said he was done listening to Beau’s complaints and would tell Beau that he didn’t want to hear it anymore.  Thank you.  When Steve says things like that, it makes me feel not so crazy.  Makes me feel like I am right and that I am not overreacting.

I also went to pick up my last essay I wrote in my nonfiction class last quarter.  We handed it in on the last day and so I wasn’t able to get the paper back, corrected and graded.  I met up with my professor and as he was digging through his stacks of student essays, he asked me if I was taking a writing class this quarter.  I explained that I was but dropped the class after I realized the professor’s teaching methods were horrendous and he was also a giant jerk.  (I also meant to write about this but once again I’ve put it off too long but eventually I will catch up and fill you in).  My old professor looked up at me and said, “Yeah, there’s actually been a lot of complaints about that.  There are quite a few who are outraged about it.”  Heck, if I was a writing major and the class was required instead of just an elective, I’d be outraged as well!  It’s totally a crap class.  I perked up and said, “Reeaaally?”  He nodded as he continued digging through the towering stack of essays.  Once again, thank you!  I really felt like I was the only person in that writing class that just wasn’t getting it.  Wasn’t getting anything out of being there and wasn’t learning a darn thing about how to improve my writing. 

Hearting from Steve and my old writing professor just reaffirms that I’m actually not crazy and that these people actually are douches.  I’m not making myself a victim, not trying to turn other people into monsters.  They just are and I just happen to pick up on it and become affected by it.  There’s a certain sense of satisfaction that comes with being right and being proven so.

And I knew I was right all along.