this is why you want to be a writer

i want to get out of class. i want to run screaming with my arms above my head knocking over chairs and kicking people in the shins. i want to pour white out over the professor's head and stab him in the eye with the pen he always has to borrow from a student.

this is most days in advanced fiction writing.

today, he tells greg, "let me tell you why i came when i read this story..." did he just say that? dear god, the visual images i did not want to see. please punch me in the gut and end my life.

when he talks about revision he says, "go over this and mark it with the blue pen." what happened to the infamous red pen? was it retired without my knowledge? i'm going to use it from now on to make everyone hate me.

the professor proclaims, "contradiction is a sign of intelligence." well, damn. i'm a fucking genius then.

the girl next to me says, "this is multi-layered like an onion." i think to myself that's the best visual i've heard in a long time. it makes me cry and it makes think. 
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