Editing today was awesome. We met our new teacher, Melanie, and although at first she seemed a little arrogant, by the end of the lesson I knew that I would really enjoy her classes. I think that she was nervous at first, and since she hasn’t taught in something like ten years, I can easily imagine her coming across differently to begin with. Melanie has nothing to worry about though; everyone really enjoyed her class, and she has so much relevant experience she’s sure to find it easy.

Melanie also introduced some new ideas into the class. She wants us to begin keeping track of the books we read, and writing about 150 words on each one in a logbook. Apparently she would like us to have about 40 books in there by the end of the year. Forty. That’s like.. 2 months of reading for me. Sometimes only one month! Melanie said she wants to look through them at the end of the year, to see how our critical reading skills have developed.

I’m struggling to write a short story at the moment.. really struggling. I hate everything that I write, it all seems so rubbish, and I hate it all. Le sigh. I don’t usually like anything I write, but most of the time I can see that it doesn’t SUCK. Or well, maybe I’m deluding myself. I know other writers get blocked at times, and I understand that it pretty much comes with the territory, but that doesn’t make it any less difficult. Yes, it’s true: creativity is a fickle master.

I better get back to my homework, I guess. Meh.