rosietherioter

Writing in spite of myself

rosietherioter

rosietherioter
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Pensacola, Florida, us
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June 17
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I'm a domestically impaired mother suffering from chronic SAHM syndrome, an aspiring humorist, avid runner and hopefully someday the owner of a clean home. No promises, though.

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AUGUST 24, 2009 6:30PM

Color me humiliated

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So I went to my first day of class and within the first class I had managed to completely and utterly humiliate myself. During free write, our creative writing professor wanted to focus on non-fiction and the prompt was, "what are you doing here?" Where everyone wrote about how much they wanted to be there to begin to write and told a little bit about themselves, I wrote a fiction free write. And then I read it aloud and everyone was completely freaked out. NON-FICTION!!! I just wrote what came to me, I didn't even consider the parameters, I just wrote.

Everyone stared, wide-eyed in disbelief. I could hear people blushing for me. The prof, who I believe is wonderful, just stared and tried to smile through pursed lips. Was I in fact married to a Tupperware salesman with sclerosis of the liver? Were we a broke family trying to keep it together?
Only after coming home did I realize why people were acting so awkward.

If it were a true story, it would have been really uncomfortable, which is what they believed. I doubt that I'll ever read aloud in class again. Right now, I just want to drop the class.

Isn't a free write a 'free' write? Why can't we write whatever pops into our little heads? I know what I did was wrong,(given that free write is only as free as the boundaries set upon it) and only now do I realize it. I am counting down the minutes until my 5 o'clock glass of wine.
I know that I'm being a bit histrionic. Okay, really histrionic. But there I was making a first impression to my peers and they think I'm an absolute nut.


So, while I'm writing this I'm needing a bit of advice. What do I do? Do I run away from the embarrassment? Or like Scarlett O'Hara, dance with Rhett in the low cut antithesis-of-a-mourning dress of shame across the floor, trying to maintain the scraps of dignity I have left with grace and poise?
Or maybe I'll just dye my hair, or sit uni-bomber style in the back row. Or maybe, just maybe, not get so overly invested. Ah! lightbulb.

I hindsight, this was probably the biggest lesson I have learned in a while; to be objective, listen to the guidelines and not take other people's opinions to heart, or at least not as deeply as I did.  

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Don’t feel so bad! Thirty some years ago when I was in a journalism class, there weren’t enough books for everyone in the bookstore. The professor had one extra he would sell to the student who wrote the best story about how they tried to get a book and the impact on their life. I totally made up a story, and I got the book. I was a bit surprised when everyone else’s stories were true, like “I drove to the bookstore, searched 20 minutes for a parking space, and then there were no books.” But I didn’t fess up to making up my story. Maybe I should have. But maybe your husband will have a miraculous recovery, and get a new, better, non-Tupperware job. Or something like that. It’s creative writing, right?
Whoops. Don't be humiliated. I love your Scarlett O'Hara analogy; dance, Scarlett!
well, at least when your professor asked if you were familiar with the word: "FOIL"

you didn't answer by explaining how the roadrunner always "foils" wile e coyote. Aloud and with much pride!

As for advice, you should just think of how you can turn the situation on its head.

For example, when it's time for a fictional free write, write about a student who mistook a Non Fiction Free Write for Fiction Free Write and went on to read a story about a woman who was in fact married to a Tupperware salesman with sclerosis of the liver.... (and go nuts with the uncomfortably embarrassing details, of course)

: )
If it's any comfort, when I took expository and critical writing in college, we were assigned a "comparison/contrast" essay. I did a comparison/contrast regarding my grandmother as I remembered her, and her present condition with Parkinson's and dementia. I structured it in anecdotes - past tense/present tense - letting the reader see the differences in her demeanor and behavior. The professor read it out loud as an example of how NOT to write a comparison/contrast essay.

When he handed the papers back, I was surprised to see he had given it an A-. I asked him after class if there was some mistake - he said there was: he had intended to give it an A. So there was humiliation (in front of my peers), but there was also vindication.

Don't sweat the small stuff!
Thank you sweet friends!Owl- I know it's the small stuff and it is not worth the sweat, now. Thanks for the reminder. I'm still catching myself muttering about the kitchen- fiction! Non fiction!I'll get over it.
It's my first day back to the old higher education after years of lower education- much lower education. Toddlers can teach you a lot.
Mary- I think I might have to play on my weaknesses and expand on my foibles. Let's move down from Tupperware- whats lower than Tupperware?
Thanks Ash ;)
I'm gonna do it Karen- the Tupperware husband ( who is really a deep sea diver, I can't help but add the truth)
So you got their attention... now blind them with brilliance. I know you can. Don't sweat it. After all, at least you didn't trip and fall off your shoes and land on the floor with your skirt wrapped around your head exposing your undies to all. I've seen that happen. lol.
thanks Ranting- you have given me a new perspective, and a fresh image of "hey! it could be worse!". ah. Dare I say it, I might sleep tonight without the acute onset of English class-induced Tourettes' now knowing I was not as exposed as I thought I was today.