i was very excited when i realized that i actually wanted to teach philosophy, to be a professor. because the idea of teaching english had never really left much more than a bitter taste in my mouth. so that’s what it was going to be: graduate degree(s) in philosophy, philosophy professor. and then i was told that for each rare philosophy teaching position in my university there were at least 400 applicants. so i suppose philosophy professor is out. maybe i can teach gym. and i feel foolish.

i am writing a story for a creative writing class. since i brought it up, i don’t think people should take creative writing classes. if you can’t figure out what is good writing and what is bad writing intuitively, related to your own work, over a period of time through lots of trial and error i don’t think you have any business being a writer. for some reason i keep thinking that the next c.w. course will be different. but anyway, my story…it’s about god’s brother radley. it might be able to be good. but as i’m writing it for a deadline for a class it might not be good. they usually haven’t been in the past. i have heard that my professor dislikes stories not grounded in reality. this might be a problem. but that’s okay.