Ah, the sadness… Today, at precisely 2:12 pm, the nine students of “Creative Writing: Prose” exited JB 21 for the last time as a class. The first semester ends today, and starting Monday, Prose will be replaced by Poetry–which should make me happy except for the fact that some of the Prose writers will be back to haunt me in this second half of the year.
Collin will still be around to entertain us with doorblocker-kicks (stop it!), random declarations, untitled titles, and…well…taking naps in the doorway of the classroom.
The creative news?
Adam, the outside-the-lines specialist on whose planet students perch on chairs with pens stuck in tennis balls and write their prose on the reverse side of paper plates, will still be among us to to make us all go “Huh?” at his outrageous creative compasslessness. He declared his passion for the class today by saying, “I wrote a poem once.” Can’t wait for poem number 2.
The culinary news?
Meredith, whose lateness has made her our favorite baker (you’re late, you bake–that’s the rule), will still be among us too, and hopefully coming late to every class. I blame her for singlehandedly undoing the New Year’s resolution I never dared to make, but try to observe nonetheless, just for traditions’s sake!
Taelyr and Rebekah will also be joining us for the second installment of “Chaos–the Creative Journey”, but I had no compromising pictures to show of them, so they’re sadly absent from this lineup…but loved and enjoyed nonetheless! And there will be a handful of new students as well. They hopefully won’t be so scared off by the returning morons (term of endearment) that they run away screaming to the guidance office on our first day of class and demand to be switched to…say…AP Trigonometry!
Here’s the Prose ’97, the best prose writers I’ve ever taught! (Note: Daniel’s on the picture too–just fast asleep on the floor under Josh’s arm…)
In other news, I’d like to blatantly make use of Xanga as a survey tool in an attempt to select a title for my next novel. Easy, you might think. Uh, no! And by “no”, I mean I’d rather, say, eat a mushroom salad than try to come up with a title that intrigues and stimulates… So I’m pasting below several options and would LOVE for those of you who read this to tell me what your three favorites are, in order of preference. Which ones would make you pick up a book and give it a second glance? Curious… Feel free to refer to them simply as their number!
1. The Muddlehood of Huddlehood
5. Stagnant Dreams
7. The Sameness Paradox
9. The Mushroomness of Life