Class

I had my second class tonight and I'm definitely feeling like I can easily handle this class and a more serious job. It's a relatively interesting, more than fairly practical and quite easy, straight-forward class. And there are much worse thigns I can think of then sitting around in a room with a bunch of fusty English nerds talking about what's the best way to say this, and what exactly is this person trying to say anyway? That's more the way I first look at writing anyway, rather than, what does this mean? It's more the mechanics of the poetics of writing, rather than the hermeneutics of writing. I dunno, it's kind of fun! The teacher is so weird. She's a kind of crunchy, spacy but not necessarily flaky English teacher who clearly sees editing as a means to an end, and makes no bones about it.
The only thing is there's this one horrible girl who looks just like Ann Coulter and is equally insufferable. She's the kind of person who says something supposedly witty about her own impressiveness in a loud voice to no one in particular, and then gives a forced little laugh, as if to say, 'That's what you should be doing, laughing at how witty I am.' Just a deeply insecure little person who can't stand to not be looked at and stroked. Actually, there are a few precious little Barbie girls in the class, and a bunch of stuffy old lady grammar geeks, and one guy who I think is a journalist. And me, who makes dismissive comments about people he barely knows.
Sha-zam!