My creative writing class has dropped from like 30 down to about 13 over spring break.  I don't know if they really dropped, but good grief! No one is submitting their stuff! We had more when the class started, but the qq became to much and some people just never came back. Oh, the agony! The tweets read will read:



"@supersexychic02809 Have 2 work 2 hard n clas. He wants us to right stories and shit!"
"@randomemoteen He dont undersant me. I am a poet! My mom agree."
"@supersexychic02809 OMG4rl!!!1 Want 2g2 Starbucks? I got my allowence. My dad sux! I recked my car n he was piszed!"
"@randomemoteen R U okay?
"@supersexychic02809 Y.My scion is toteled. I have been hit five times, only 1 my fault! Why is he so mad?"
"@randomemoteen Parents suk!


Something tells me that I am totally okay with this. Suddenly, the quality of writing has gone WAY up as a whole.


This week, we had to submit our scripts. I tried to write the one ya'll polled on, but it flailed. So I wrote something else instead and it was pretty groovy. Even hateful douche said it was pretty good.


One girl wrote this Christian Moral play. She's actually a really good writer,but everything she has written so far has been a faith-based thing. I feel bad because I am writing about blood and guts and cussing-no sex yet-and this poor kid has to read it. Also, I would really like to see something that she wrote with her own personality, if that makes sense. I would like to see her, rather than a sermon.


Sadly, for her that is most likely a sin. One wonders why she would attend one of the most liberal colleges in this state (not saying much there!) when she could attend any number of very devout religious institutions in the same city. I personally wound up at this university because it was the only on within driving distance that wasn't faith based.


After seeing what my sister went through to get into her college... She had to write an essay on sin, sign some paperwork agreeing not to have sex, use drugs, drink or otherwise have fun while in college and get her preacher to write her letters of recommendation. Unless she was married, of course. And then she would be under obligation to procreate. Which she promptly did as soon as she was married, but that really has nothing to do with the college and is more of an oops! than anything.


Yes sex, drugs and drinking. No to procreation. That is my motto. The world will be a better place for it. And if it isn't, I will be too torked up to care.