Well, this is certainly...hard to decide.

So I got back my 22 page superhero story from the teacher today. It's completely a wash. I told him I wanted him to look at it before he graded it, so I could maybe make it a little better, but he must have forgotten or something, so I got the full graded version. It got a B, which is better than some people got, but I was really hoping for at least an A-. Anyway, I don't really want to have to go in and fix it over and over again, so maybe it's for the best that it's graded and all, but still. And the comments he made on the back, they were completely all over the place. He said I have a great writing style, that I have all these awesome attributes, but at the same time the story completely failed on certain fronts. Half of his comments were completely contradictory. The very things that failed were also the exact things that made it work so well. The very things that made it great made it also made it suck. And apparently, the fact that it "focuses on superheroes (no matter how laughable)" blah blah blah. Apparently it's not plot driven enough, even though the thing he always harps on is character development, and making them believable.

One of the funniest moments was when he wrote, "This is representative of the whole text, which just seems *so* arbitrary. The irony, of course, is that the arbitrary humor is also YOUR single greatest asset."

Oh, and the grade part's great too. "Thus, the grade is something of a compromise position between real fractures in the story and very real writing talent."

And the real irony here is that just today he ended up discussing a piece we read that was fractured, which was what made it so great to him. It's just so annoying. I mean, I don't know whether to be happy or pissed. I'm so in the middle it's not even all that funny.

So many things, so little time.

I really like this christian group I go to every wednesday night. It's been like 3 or 4 weeks already, and it's really growing on me. I always have a hard time finding the right voice to sing in during the worship part, but I can deal. And the guest speakers are always really cool. The guy tonight talked about the masks we put on to hide the pain. Masks like, "oh, things would be better if this..." Really cool guy. And he had the coolest spiked hair. I swear I've seen him and his green plaid jacket before, but I dunno. On an even better note, Maria sat next to me the whole time, and we got to talk a bit before and after. Very shway.

In the bad news, my neighbor officially committed suicide yesterday. Died of carbon monoxide poisoning today I believe. He left an email with some other neighbors about things happening for a reason, although he did apparently call 911 at some point, but it took them 2 hours to get their, so it was too late. His sons and wife and all that are all there tonight. Poor family.