Becca postulated that perhaps JOHN put the cotton ball in his pocket. I guess that’s just as possible as the other way around. I wish we knew how it got there. That’s too funny!
Anyway. So today has been interesting. Got up. Went to class- we had a quiz in William James. A quiz that revealed that no one had read. Well, hardly anyone. So then Dr. Paulsen opens up discussion about how to structure the class in such a way that we are more likely to read and prepare- which spurred a discussion between the two extremes. Extreme A) Philosophy majors seniors and extreme B) undecided major freshman. I think the BIG problem here is the fact that BYU has designed a class that would put these two groups in together…but getting past THAT…group A kept saying things like, “I am able to understand the text at home. This is college, no one needs a recap on things they should have already read.” The OTHER side said, “I don’t pay tuition to sit at home on the weekends and stuggle through philosophical texts on my own.” It drove me CRAZY. There is no problem with this class! Dr. Paulsen does a GREAT job reviewing the text in such a way that everyone can understand it, and then allowing us to have conversation about it. The problem comes in when the seniors don’t want to sit through the explanation (although the quality of their comments prove they NEED it) and the freshman don’t want to listen to the conversation, and just want to hear what Dr. Paulsen will want to see on the exams, and no more (don’t take philosophy!). It’s very frustrating. Very, very frustrating. And then we go through class and half the people are gun-shy for conversation, and the other half are laughing and being LOUD to make up for the face that we all just failed a quiz. Oh my.
It was interesting, to say the least. Then there was science class- and we came home. I did some of my online course, worked on philosophy of film a bit, and am currently trying to get some files to open for work, to no avail. I did some cleaning tonight- and actually started writing something. In the midst of scrubbing the tub I had an idea for a story that I fell in love with. I told John, an he asked me what it was, and all of a sudden I realise why he doesn’t talk about Alicia Grey. I feel like if I try to explain it and don’t do a good job, the magic will just disappear. Not that it’s about magic, but you get the point. I’m going to spend some time this weekend trying to get that out…we’ll see how it goes. I’ve never had an idea like this before.
Sleeping has been interesting lately. The other night (or was it last night?) I had a dream that I was in the midst of some action movie…coupled with a thriller story where we were running from some unknown horror that left disgusting crime scenes in it’s wake. The weird thing was…I kept getting hungry, and as we were driving around and trying to figure out what happened to different people and protect ourselves from the murderer, I made whoever I was with stop at Subway. I had all of their specials. Meatball, club, tuna fish, chicken teriyaki….every few minutes I needed more. THEN I decided I needed some cookies. I knew the murderer was coming, but I NEEDED the cookies…so I reached in and grabbed a few and ran out the door. What Frued would say about me, I have no idea.
So yes. The weekend is upon us. We desperately need to get some homework done, so I really doubt we’ll do anything that exciting. But at least no work for John :) He’ll be home with me. I have some things to do for work this weekend…so we’ll see how it goes!
Actually, I don’t talk about Alicia Grey because I realize my limitations and that other people have a tendency to suggest things that aren’t applicable in the current state of the story. Moreover, there is a sense of making the story purely what I want it before I send it out to the jackals to read and critique and criticize, which means, the fewer the people that know about the intricacies of Alicia Grey the easier it is for me to follow my own muse.
Granted, part of that muse is Erin and our life together (and the desire to succeed at my dreams because she encourages me too), but I’ve learned from hard lessons that the very nature of sharing a story changes the story when other people get their hands on it.
I will share… in time. Especially with those who want to be my first readers. But, you know, we’ll see how it goes.