Today was kind of a crappy day. I stayed up late last night listening to Demetri Martin and chatting with Pas so I didn't get much sleep, and my one-point perspective drawings we started in class just would not look right. My mind kept flashing back to a line from the AMV Telephone Project: some days, it just isn't there. Fortunately it felt more directed at Limepie's segment and not my take on the line though. Class flew by pretty quickly too, so I didn't really get to relax there.
My english class began today, and I arrived at the Rocklin campus early enough to browse through the Rocklin auto dealers, but apparently the only dealerships near school are hella pricey, Benzes and Porsches and whatnot. I'm still on the fence regarding whether or not I like this class so far. On the one hand, the teacher's young (it's her first time teaching literature, and it doesn't seem like she's had many years experience teaching other things, though she says she has taught only composition so far, whatever that implies) and she read the syllabus word for word, which is something that always irritates me. She also kinda sounds like a valley girl.
Another slightly annoying thing is the fact that the textbooks I bought months ago were for the teacher she replaced, and so the book list was changed too. I can still return the other books, so that's good, since they didn't strike me as particularly interesting. Even better is the books they were replaced with: Neil Gaiman's Stardust and She's Come Undone, by Wally somethingorother. I've been meaning to read Gaiman for a while, but I kept not doing it, so hooray for having an excuse to finally check him out. Two novels cost way less than the anthology thing I originally had to get too.
With all the off-putting feelings I get from the teacher, she definitely comes across as being very passionate about literature, which is always helps my interest. She even had us mark up the "textbook" (photocopied stories and poems) in class so we could get used to writing on it, which is something I've always had trouble doing. She also talked a lot about broadening the definition of literature to keep it alive instead of only allowing in "Classics", and half of today's class was discussion of what we think literature is and isn't, which eventually segued into becoming the basis for our first essay. Turns out she's majorly into comic books too; during one of her mini-monologues she said something about how spiderman shouldn't have taken off his mask in civil war. I'm curious what I'll think of the teacher and class by the end of the week.
I mentioned that we've already begun an essay on our personal definitions of literature, and while thinking about my definition, I browsed through several of the org discussions on WHAT IS ART to remind myself how those "who matter and know their shit" think of art, so I could organize my thoughts through them and combine them into an answer that makes sense to me. My dad saw me doing this and basically said that I didn't need to look at what other people were saying because I already know what to say but that I don't have any confidence in my own words. I mean, I guess that last part's probably true, since my main creative outlet is just regurgitating other people's works into a single work, but doesn't researching informed opinions to inform my own have some merit to it? It's still my words that combine the words of other people, after all. Or am I misunderstanding the meaning of personal voice?
I should really start reading philosophy and psychology books so I can figure these things out myself.