Or Maybe Not

Of course, in both movies you have the problem of anyone, especially David, the slut--oh sorry, womanizer--brother, not noticing a woman like Audrey Hepburn or Julia Ormond. (Although they did a better job of making Julia Ormond look plain. I think they should have gone where they were going and put her in a fat suit as well.)

I watched the original because I knew we were going to be asked to compare and contrast them on the final last night, which we were. We were asked a lot of things on the Critical Studies final; my hand had severely cramped by the time I handed in my blue books. When I handed in my exam, I got my term paper back--I got a B- (would have been a B, if it hadn't been late): interesting premise, too glibly executed.

The other day I also got comments on my ER Act One from the TV teacher, Pam: basically she said that I had an interesting premise, too glibly executed. I don't know whether to try to rewrite and get the new pages to her by tomorrow, or whether I should toss the entire thing or what.

Actually, I never posted the criticisms that I got on this journal from Theatre of Blood, but if I remember correctly, they were along the lines of interesting premise, too glibly executed.

I'm feeling a little down right now. I sent extremely depressed e-mail to Linda and she called me for a 2 hour chat to pick me up. She said repeatedly I have to call Len to find out exactly what he meant by some of the things he said last week so that I'm not brooding obsessively over them. Although it's been a week now--Len usually can't remember what he said two minutes ago, let alone a week later.

I opened the envelope containing the comments from Pam the TV Teacher when I was on the phone with Linda, and Linda said she didn't think the comments were that bad. Which helped, some.

I'm still in "If I can't do this, I can probably never write for TV" mode," which as we all know is a fabulous state to be in and to be around, in addition to being 100 percent set in stone. That was sarcasm. Please don't write and tell me that what I do in school has no bearing on my future existence--I know that. You're only stopped when you say you are, not when they say you are.

But I'm not feeling particularly strong right now. I want my stuff to be better or at least deeper and I don't know how. I want someone to tell me that something I've written is good or--gasp! could I be so egotistical?--really really wonderful, and I'm not going to hear that, at least not this year. (This year as 3 weeks to go. I'm definitely not going to hear it.)

I have one semester of school left. I feel like I'm on some kind of precipice. One of the things I most wanted when I came into the school was to get Honors on my thesis--that seems so far away at this point. I look at my list on the wall of things that I decided with Brooke that I would have ready by spring: I haven't a clue as to how I'd get them done by May. I can't even get one TV script ready, let alone 2-3.

I'll go back in my hidey hole until I feel better.

Monday morning I got together with Glenn, Arden, John, and Alan to study for the Biz class final. We did all the problems on a previous year's final, because Art often asks the same questions he's asked before. It was a raucous crowd, and the boys did not tone down their language just because I was there. In fact, I wonder if they didn't roughen it up some. I was amazed at the way they talked to one another--they said they talked that way all the time. Is this what we've been told about male behavior in groups? Kind of frightening.

Tuesday night was the Biz final. As Marc said yesterday before the Crit Studies final, the main instruction for the Biz final was "Bend over and grab your ankles." I felt like I'd been socked in the gut (or somewhere) with some of the questions, which appeared to come out of space. I had to go up and ask the TA if one of the questions was a trick question.

I had a big ol' A going into it. We'll see how it ends up.

I did get quite a bit out of the class, even if I don't get an A--I know how to read movie biz financial statements, I know how to interpret stories in the paper about the biz, and I'll know when someone is trying to pull one over on me on the terms of my contract. More knowledge is always better.

Lies, Damn Lies, and Statistics

One day recently--was it Tuesday?--I did 3 miles. But what's the point?