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11 January 2011 @ 08:41 pm
Winter semester.  
I don't know if it's just because it's winter and it's a depressing season, but now I'm in this sort of funk. I already find myself wishing to go back to last semester's classes.

First impressions:
Creative Writing Seminar - It's the absolute devil and I'm going to die. That is it. I don't even know how I'll get through 15 classes of Samarco yelling at me and expecting me to comment on EVERY discussion. I'm scared and frankly, I don't feel like writing. At all. Thanks, Samarco, thanks a lot.

U.S. Women's History - My professor likes to ramble and has a lot to say about every little thing. But she's very knowledgeable and the class looks easy enough. I just have to get through the class and readings.

Women's Literature - I love Professor Migan and she even remembered me from three years ago, which means she must like me too. I'm really interesting in this course and I can't wait until we get to reading Northanger Abbey and Jane Eyre.

It's just my seminar I'm worried about. And, from worrying about that, I'm now worrying about my entire life. I don't know what to do with my life. I don't know if I want to write anymore. I'm probably not going to get into graduate school. I haven't published any of my stories, I haven't gotten any awards, and I don't have the support of my writing professor.

I'm a failure.
Current Mood: rejectedrejected
Current Music: NCIS
the artist formerly known askingdra on January 12th, 2011 09:19 pm (UTC)
You are not a failure D<

If you're really that worried and you really don't know, just see where it leads you. It'll turn out okay, in the end.
Ashleysolitaireclay07 on January 12th, 2011 09:34 pm (UTC)
dijwefshdvkvoqpejg ;_;