... the write choice ...

I am a student, but deep down I am still a journalist. I will always be a writer. Even if I only write for pleasure and not for a career – I am a writer. Therefore I should rock in English. I should get amazing marks. It should be a given. I shouldn’t be rocking a C and thinking of dropping the class. I shouldn’t. I have always thought those that drop a class don’t try hard enough, I thought of it as failing and a waste of money.


That is until I have nearly become one of them. I put a decent amount of time into my essay, and still wound up with a horrible mark. A mark that would make anyone upset. A mark that is unexpected from someone who has been working as a journalist on and off since 2004.

I have until Monday to make up my mind about the course. That’s the withdraw date. Do I throw my hands up in defeat and withdraw from the class to prevent bringing my GPA down and making the U of A think I am an incompetent student for nearly FAILING a course that concentrates on my NATIVE LANGUAGE. Or do I suck it up, rewrite my essay and keep trucking and end up with a C or C+ in the class. Which my teacher says is an acceptable mark. Yes, it looks wonderful for a future teacher to nearly fail an English class, you moron. I think he needs to take a couple education courses of his own.

I miss writing, I just don’t feel motivated or inspired lately. I don’t know what’s missing – I used to have a drive to write all the time. Sometimes I would blog three times a day, and I would come up with some amazing blogs. Now it’s sometimes like I have to force myself to write. It is therapeutic if I can actually get through it.

I miss reporting. I had to stop by the office the other day to pick up a reference letter. I miss it. I miss the hustle and bustle. I miss the interviews. I miss the glamour that went with the job, getting to go to events for free. I miss finding the hidden gems in people’s lives and creating interesting feature stories. I miss people reading my work and stopping me in the street to let me know they liked it. I miss knowing people read my work. I miss knowing people cared about my work.