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Faugh. Had my life-drawing-inspired emo-fit a bit early, this semester. =_= It's just so goddamn frustrating when I know how to do this shit, I KNOW that I know how to because I did well before and my teacher's approval and encouragement from last semester is the reason I'm in this class - I seriously wouldn't have bothered otherwise, it was only the first class I needed for my degree - and then we come in after winter break, the short break, and I can't control the charcoal and my damn hand won't ferking listen to my eyes and my brain.

Feeling somewhat better now. I'm still feeling kind of sad and discouraged, though. Ah, well. It's nothing a night's sleep won't cure. :3

And some more Robin Hobb. Mmm. Robin Hobb.

You know, I think I've figured out the reason why I don't write so well or so much anymore - I haven't properly sat down to read a nice novel for... ages, really. No wonder I was overwhelmed with temptation and booklust when I went to the library in December. It was the same reason I go on gaming binges after I haven't touched the Playstation for a month or two. I was starved of literature.

The inspiration started pouring back once I got hooked by Assassin's Apprentice. Today between classes I kept getting distracted from my reading of Royal Assassin because a Zenith scenario was plotting itself in my head and things kept falling into place. God, I've missed that. Plotting out a storyline, starting with a random idea and then meandering beautifully down a twisted path and figuring a whole slew of related things along the way.

1. "Hey, there's room for a new character here."
2. "Oh, let's involve him in this scenario, it makes sense."
3. "Wow, this scenario brings out aspects of the secondary main's personality I'd only touched on and hadn't really considered in depth."
4. "Oh wow, the way my main character reacts to the secondary main in this scenario is very telling, it gives his character a solid basis and totally fits in with everything else I've established about him."
5. "So that's how I can work the climax and why my secondary main does what she does there!"

Clearly I need to read more fantasy. Keep this fire burning, baby.

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Ooh, I know that pain XD; My first semester of anatomy class went by wonderfully, the teacher was this great guy who always encouraged everyone, went by each drawing pointing out every little problem and how to correct it, and he had a way of explaining things that made it all seem ridiculously simple. I got a 100 in that class without ever feeling I was working hard enough for it. It was a blast.

The second semester had a very verborrhagic teacher that managed to talk his teeth out without actually adding anything to what we knew. He'd go by your drawing, point and say "This is WRONG!" and start on his SAME drivel about the different kinds of lines that just... seemed to go nowhere. I CAN'T DESCRIBE IT. Picture a dog following its own tail. It was like that. Going in circles, on and on and on. Meanwhile he'd scribble all over your hard work and sometimes do the whole drawing for you, TALKING ALL THE TIME, and when he was done you just HAD NO IDEA WHAT HIS POINT WAS. I don't know how I got 85 in his class, because I was completely clueless. I didn't even complain much about the grade because he had said on the start that he had never given a 100 to anyone in all of his teaching time.

Once I almost cried in his class because he decided something was wrong with my drawing and procceeded to change this and that and those in it, and in the end it just. wasn't. my drawing. anymore. Not only that but it didn't even look good. I stared at it and it just reminded me of the bastard in 6th grade that ripped my half-finished drawing from under my pen and made a paper ball out of it to throw it on someone. It felt just like that.

And about books... damn, I haven't read a good, completely new book since HP6 came out, and before that, HP5 XD;; I was going to buy the Da Vinci Code for my birthday (can you believe I haven't read that yet?), but then I found the eRa DVD, and it was the last one in the store XD;; so I bought it instead. After watching it I decided I'd rather have bought the book. XD;;;;

And oh, fanfics. The last time I wrote a fic to the end was about two? three? years ago XD;; but the FFVII fandom made me want to write again, so I started a Zack-centered fic. I really hope I'll see that one through to the end, because it's going to be LONGASS LONG.

And I ran out of things to say. Boo.

My teacher is pretty tough, and also warned us at the start that A's from him were rare, but he is a good teacher. He gets it through to you (even if he has to beat it in XD). He is very tough and critical, and gives compliments sparingly and generally only if you're doing really good. I somehow managed to impress him enough to earn them and get an A in his class, along with his keen encouragment to keep it up. (Which is the entire reason I'm in this class, and the reason it was so damn frustrating to me when I couldn't do as well as I knew I had before.)

Don't feel too bad, I haven't read Da Vinci Code either... XD But yeah, I've been really horrible with the reading. I'm getting better, though.

XD XD Good luck there. I'm sure you can do it, my fic was 100,000+ words... over four years, granted, but IT GOT DONE. So you can do it, I'm sure. :3

Eeh, I don't mind tought teachers at all - I love them - as long as they can actually express what they're supposed to teach you. My Anatomy II teacher was like

Prof: "For the final grading, I want you guys to draw 100 human sketches from paintings. You have a few months warning so get a headstart soon."
Everyone: "Okeee"

A week before handing the 100 sketches in:

Me: *shows my 16 finished sketches to the teacher* "How's it going?"
Teacher: *stare - blink* "But these are SKETCHES!! That's not what I want!!"
Everyone: "..................................fgsfds"

I KID YOU NOT. Fortunately I hadn't done 100 of those at the time T_T;;

Interestingly, it was the opposite with my art history class. I love history, even though it gets pretty boring from the 1700 on, and my first semester also had a wonderful teacher who really smacked the subject in. She used the blackboard nonstop and we actually had to take notes because her tests required everything she taught on class, and she always took half an hour of class for slide show. Half of my class hated her, because they had been under the impression you didn't need to take notes in university. The other half loved her, since they had common sense.

My second semester teacher would open a book, show some badly printed image to us and say "this painter does this and this, see?" *opens another book* "this one does this and that, though. Oh, this reminds me of when I was on high school..." *reminisces*

....I hope my next teachers are better than that. T__T;;