What better way to put your creative writing professor at ease than to conspire as a class to get his name into your next short story submission? What better way indeed! This is what my creative writing class did and yesterday we were rumbled! Good job he has a sense of humour and that (deep down) he loves us all dearly...Definite highlights were Bradley's description of our professor waking up in the middle of the night terrified that we're not reading, Leah turning him into a cat-lover and Simone's pastiche of the class. The latter included turning me into a cockney with a foul mouth which may or may not be accurate. My contribution was changing Olympic beach volleyball players Jake Gibb and Sean Rosenthal into Seymours. Sorry, guys.
Other highlights of that class included the prof's admission that he wears Crocs, not slippers and the fact that he sang a little snippet of 'God Save The Queen.' What a legend. Oh and he named Leonard Cohen several times which always causes the class to crumble into hysteria. Hashtag best class ever.
Now it's this season at uOttawa:
This means that I am dilligently working away all hours of every day. Actually, that's what it's supposed to mean, I'm just not doing what I'm supposed to be doing. Oops.
Anyway, here is myself and Christina looking our total best:
Attractive eh?
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