Da Beach House in Bay St Louis had a poetry reading and it was more successful than I thought. We had about 6 writers read and we had maybe ten observers at any given time. For the first one I think it went really well, especially considering that Diane, who put it together, wasn’t able to make it. She was still in New York, but called us to tell us what was going on. They had found something abnormal in the last mammogram she had, and a biopsy had to be done on it. She will be home Saturday and hopefully everything will be okay, cause cancer sucks. I met new people and everyone had a good time.
A few of us are going to try the Goldmine Saloon again Thursday, so hopefully that will be successful.
My summer is shaping up, I think. Hopefully I can get out of this static slump I’m in. I am excited about the literary readings. I am also excited about a small writing gig I got. I was asked to write reviews for a documentary films website, and I am very happy about that, especially now that I have rediscovered documentary films. I just watched The Corporation and Out Foxed and am currently watching Where Are We? Our Trip Through America. For the first review, which is probably the one that will seal the deal, I can choose whatever I want. I have to look around and see if there is anything coming out or that is already out I can get a hold of.
The job hunt continues, but I won’t talk about that, cause it’s depressing.
Later.
Entries are sporadic and mediocre at best.
My horrible fate in my Brit Lit class was averted. How? I am not sure, I think Dr. W had something to do with it, that and I am a trouble maker and everyone knows it, but I did walk away with a B. Nice. That's all I wanted. So I officially have my education. I am trying to get my reading appetite back up to speed. I think back and remember reading 18 books one semester and think I should be downing them like stuff you eat really fast...uhh...potato chips maybe? So I picked up Good Omens to re-read. I couldn't get into it. Apparently it is a read once book. I picked up Survivor and read a bit into it, found it interesting and will probably read it more. I picked up You Shall Know Our Velocity while on a B&N trip with my sister-in-law and haven't stopped reading it. I don't know what it is about it. Actually I am finding that I don't like the book that much. It, so far, has gone like this: awesome paragraph, shitty dialogue that takes away from the previous paragraph, awesome paragraph again, shitty paragraph that has nothing to do with anything. The good paragraphs (and they are excellent. perfect illustration of why he was damn close to getting the pulitzer) are keeping me going, but the shitty ones are quite distracting.
The job hunt continues. Nothing yet from the paper, nothing yet from anyone. Bummer.
Robot Chicken is my new favorite show. Just thought you should know.
Poetry reading at Da Beach House in Bay St. Louis May 26th at 7pm. I will be there and you should, too.
I should have a page up soon to hold my writing. I am going to work on stuff over the summer, so keep an eye out for that. Tell your friends.
I think that's about it. What'd I tell you. Mediocre.
That's it for me and my undergraduate career. Over. Done. Do I feel any different than I did when I entered into the experience? Of course I do. I came out smarter, better, we can rebuild her, we have the technology (nanananananana). This semester was a challenge, however, in the professor and myself getting along department. Yeah, I hated him as a instructor. One on one I have no problem with him, but put him in the classroom with me and watch me yell at him. His final was a travesty. A horrible, horrible travesty. Let's just say I was extremely pissed off by the time I read through the test and I answered what I could and then threw the test at him with great fury. It was uncalled for. When everyone in the class says "What the FUCK was that?!?" after taking your exam, there is a problem. He did not prepare us at all for the exam. I'm not talking about "we didn't get a review." No, I do not believe that, when in college, especially in an English class, that you necessarily need a review. The instructor should engage the students in discussion of the material that is beneficial to the student. Well, he actually gave us a little review (told us vaguely what was going to be on the exam) and none of it was on there. It was comprehensive, but we have had no other tests in there what so ever to: A. balance it out, and: B. give us an idea of what was to come. No, he just threw 128 terms, 47 authors with their 82 works that we read at us and said "have fun".
Anyway...
I am looking for a real job now. A few friends of mine from school are talking about grad school and I think we are going to go together. No, not at USM, but at USA. Perhaps next spring I will be in the MFA program over there. It all really depends on if and when I get a job. If i can get a nice gig writing somewhere, then cool, if not, then to grad school i go. Nothing else to do, really. I am not going to sit at a job I hate for 20 years, I can tell you that, my friend. I have put in applications anywhere that wants a writer: technical or journalism. I hopefully will hear back from the local newspaper soon, I put in for a writer position there. Send good karma, light a candle, sacrifice small animals and children for me.
Anticlimatic, isn't it?