So as it turns out, taking classes online sucks. And what sucks worse than taking classes online is taking interaction based creativity geared classes online. I'm currently finishing Writers Craft and it's becoming very taxing.
I guess the thing that bothers me the most about this system of doing things is that you never get to meet a teacher. See, I tend to tailor my writing to the teacher's personality, and it's worked pretty well for me throughout the rest of high school. But ever since I began to converse with a teacher on a nearly bi annual level, things have changed. I no longer have the ability to play off of the teacher for my assignments, and it sucks.
The other problem with online classes is self motivation, that and prioritizing. See, I need the first 18 modules to be submitted by the 23rd, which is fine, because I'm on 17 right now. However, I didn't read ahead to find out that module 17 is a TV Script and module 18 is a 20 page short story. Don't get me wrong, both of those assignments sound like tons of fun, but they're the kinds of things that I would have liked to have some time to do, and had I worked harder at it, I would be caught up by this point.
And then of course there's the millions of other things I have on my plate. All personal whiny things aside, I am almost finished the first issue of Killing Time, and I'm feeling pressure to get that out, as well, I'm trying to get the Ownicon site up by summer. Between all of that and University enrollment procedures and trying to find a job, it's a little difficult to figure out just what I should be doing at any given moment.
Anyway, I have a splitting head ache, and now I have to go to work. Grahhh.
Ja Ne.
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As for playing off the teacher's personality, I do the exact same thing. But I did manage to get some glimpse of who I was writing for in the first term, because of some one-line comments I got back. For example, I described the protagonist of one story as "an aging black woman", and written on the margins of that line when I got it back was, in red text, "NO!". I actually had to reread and double-check that the woman was indeed a woman, old, and black. Of course, I had it right, my teacher is seemingly just one of those overly-politically correct, hypersensitive white women who believes I should only use the term African-American or afro-merican or god knows what Kramer is saying now, even though I couldn't be sure the woman was of American origin. A single word can speak volumes about one's personality sometimes.
Unfortunately, after the first term, when it starts to matter, I've gotten all my assignments back as number grades only, with no margin-comments or anything. Fucking virtual school.
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