As I type I have the first batch of chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven. Cross your fingers for the finished product!
So classes started yesterday and it's beginning to hit me just how insane this term is going to be. To give you an idea, the term is 8 weeks long. In my Writing Fiction class we have 3 narrative exercises [including such regimens as a scene described from multiple POVs and a scene that consists entirely of dialogue, not even tags are allowed] and 3 short stories [each over 10 pages in length] due by the end of that 8 weeks. That's not even considering the 3 projects and numerous samples I'll be doing in my sewing class. The cookies in the oven confirm that I am border-line panicking.
I am afraid of an embarrassingly long list of things and being in a writing class comes up in the top two, mainly due to the level of vulnerability I've only ever found in groups like this. As we went over the syllabus yesterday I had to keep my eyes from bugging out of my head at the sheer amount of writing I've voluntarily undertaken. It's a daunting load, considering I haven't had much time to write recently in general, let alone for a class.
On the bright side, I already have a friend, a girl who also happens to be in my morning sewing class. We have decided to hang out between our two classes to I'm seeing potential for a cool writing buddy which is reassuring. I'm sure the next two months are going to be crazy, full of late-night scrambles and re-writes but I'm also banking on it being two of the best months of my college experience :)
[Also, the first batch just came out and they taste just like home :) ]
Haha! I stumbled upon a reference to me in Emily's blog. Yay for being friends and writing buddies! :)
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