sitting in my feature writing class. fifth week of class. ten students. the professor wants to call on me, but doesn't know my name. wow. that makes me feel really good inside. all warm and fuzzy. i'm growing sick of class. it feels like all my professors are telling me the same things over and over again, and i'd like to just get out of here and go do something. copy edit or write or whatever. and i don't even care where. give me two years to work my ass off and i can get myself to san francisco, i know it. until then...well. looks like i'll be stuck listening to another explanation of how to cultivate a story idea file.
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