Meh.
As was noted in the previous post, I am feeling shitty.
My stomach hurts and I can't discern whether it's just unhappy or if it's needing food. Food will come shortly.
I ended up not going to my Film class. I feel a whee bit bad, but to be honest, I would've slept the same amount in class as I already did in bed. The length of a movie, who woulda thunk it? And I'm enjoying the comforts of home... ya know, my bed.
Wednesday night I had a pretty weird dream. I was anticipating getting my paper back in my 1990s Film class, and finding out what grade I received. Now, I don't know what grade it was I got in my dream, but either I wasn't happy about it, or my professor was pissed and brought it up. He flat out told me, and I think it was in front of the class, that if I set about to write a serious paper and not just turn in a satire, I would've done much better.
You see, when I write papers, I take into account that my reader is going to have to read X-amount of them, and they've all got to be at least Y-long. If I toss in a bit of humor to soften the blow, I feel better about it, and "my writer's voice is heard" - or something.
Come to think of it, I bet this stems from when I turned in my exam last Thursday, and wrote some funny things at the bottom of the last page. Which was: Extra Credit: What does Bill Murray say to Scarlett Johanson at the end of Lost in Translation. The truth is, it's inaudible, but you get to make up a line and if you strike a chord, you get a few extra points. Very subjective, probably pretty easy.
When I handed the exam to the prof, I told him, "I could probably spend the next hour giving answers to the extra credit" and went about grabbing my things. He instantly turned to the last page and started reading... whether he was reading that or the essay, I can't be certain, but I distinctly remember not hearing any laugher, laughing breaths (you know what that is?) or seeing a smirk. Very sad, indeed.
Most of my answers were intertextual - referencing other films. Like...
-"Did you know she (Sofia Coppola, the writer/director) ruined the Godfather trilogy for me?"
-"If you want a part in Ghostbusters III, just say the word."
-"Here's lookin' at you kid... I always wanted to say that."
-"We'll always have Tokyo."
-"This is the end of a beautiful friendship."
And so on. - I know they're cheesey, but at least one should've struck him as remotely funny, I would think.
Odd stuff. There it is, take it or leave it.
My stomach hurts and I can't discern whether it's just unhappy or if it's needing food. Food will come shortly.
I ended up not going to my Film class. I feel a whee bit bad, but to be honest, I would've slept the same amount in class as I already did in bed. The length of a movie, who woulda thunk it? And I'm enjoying the comforts of home... ya know, my bed.
Wednesday night I had a pretty weird dream. I was anticipating getting my paper back in my 1990s Film class, and finding out what grade I received. Now, I don't know what grade it was I got in my dream, but either I wasn't happy about it, or my professor was pissed and brought it up. He flat out told me, and I think it was in front of the class, that if I set about to write a serious paper and not just turn in a satire, I would've done much better.
You see, when I write papers, I take into account that my reader is going to have to read X-amount of them, and they've all got to be at least Y-long. If I toss in a bit of humor to soften the blow, I feel better about it, and "my writer's voice is heard" - or something.
Come to think of it, I bet this stems from when I turned in my exam last Thursday, and wrote some funny things at the bottom of the last page. Which was: Extra Credit: What does Bill Murray say to Scarlett Johanson at the end of Lost in Translation. The truth is, it's inaudible, but you get to make up a line and if you strike a chord, you get a few extra points. Very subjective, probably pretty easy.
When I handed the exam to the prof, I told him, "I could probably spend the next hour giving answers to the extra credit" and went about grabbing my things. He instantly turned to the last page and started reading... whether he was reading that or the essay, I can't be certain, but I distinctly remember not hearing any laugher, laughing breaths (you know what that is?) or seeing a smirk. Very sad, indeed.
Most of my answers were intertextual - referencing other films. Like...
-"Did you know she (Sofia Coppola, the writer/director) ruined the Godfather trilogy for me?"
-"If you want a part in Ghostbusters III, just say the word."
-"Here's lookin' at you kid... I always wanted to say that."
-"We'll always have Tokyo."
-"This is the end of a beautiful friendship."
And so on. - I know they're cheesey, but at least one should've struck him as remotely funny, I would think.
Odd stuff. There it is, take it or leave it.
posted by The @ 4:33 PM
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