Errand done

[cjsmith]

The rain let up just long enough for me to visit three offices at DeAnza. At the third one, the guy behind the desk admitted that "unfortunately" not only was I in the right place, I was talking to the right person, so "it's just not your day" he said with a grin. He looked at my transcript and entered into the Grand High Assessment and Placement Computer the fact that I am allowed to attempt English Writing 1A.

"I'd rather see you do this one again," he said, pointing. "It'd be more interesting."

I tried to look at his finger on the sheet. "Differential eq -- I will NEVER, there is NO WAY --"

"No, this one."

Writing Science Fiction. That one was taught by Joe Haldeman! No lie. And I was such a complete fumblethumbs at the time that I barely got anything out of it, either. Ah, memories!

Anyway, I can now register for a writing course. Given how little writing is necessary at my beloved alma mater, I would be wise to take a few of those, just to make sure I meet all the prereqs.

The rain resumed as I climbed back into the car. :-)

Comments

[cjsmith.livejournal.com]

What an opportunity for college kids, to have someone like that as a writing teacher! Isn't it amazing?

I think I may have burned my stories from that class. I may be a terrible writer now, but that's not a patch on how bad I was then. Frightening.

[meep.livejournal.com]

I know what you mean.

My ouevre has always been non-fiction, but jeeeeez, some of the crap I wrote back then. Makes my eyes bleed.

[cjsmith.livejournal.com]

And my belly knot. Bad writing shouldn't be physically painful, but it is!