i wrote a "creative paper" last week about our book. sort of. actually, i went off on a rant about how human society is dehumanizing, disgusing the fact that i was disgusted by everything around me and that we shouldn't be defined by the  of society.

so, i get it back. it's a C+, but that's not the important part. i hat this class. i'm not too fond of the professor, either. he seems to think it either a good idea or a lot of fun to attack our personal beliefs, indirectly telling us we're wrong for believing in something (that's what i get out of it, anyway).

so, after class, i go to get my paper. the prof takes it, looks at it & looks at me, saying "have i ever told you i love you?" i'm a bit confused, but i figured it had to do with the grade on the paper. i look back at him & said "it was that bad, wasn't it?" yep.

lately i've been going through an identity crisis, and our existential unit isn't helping me one bit. so, the entire project was me being angry at the subject. & i told him that. i told him i don't like my identity questioned, least of all by me, because i can't defend myself very well at all. i said i felt guilty, like i was betraying part of myself by trying to find myself.

i didn't really want to say anything, but somehow i wound up explaining my problems with myself. & i still don't like being touched :/ then he told me not to let anyone but me define myself. i rather like that advice. perhaps he's not as much of a prick as i thought.

& as always, i manage to save my grade by the quality of my writing XD