The assignment is: we have to write a 10-page personal essay on a dumb topic. If you were to ask me, I'd say it was the dumbest possible topic. But that's only if you ask me, of course.
I'm not fond of writing personal essays, regardless of the topic. I understand what makes them good; I am able to write them, and I have written them in the past. But I really don't *like* writing a personal essay.
What I love, and love to write, is fiction—but with some otherworld version of myself written into the story. I'm much better at getting a point across in fiction than I am in nonfiction. I think there are some truths that are better expressed in "fiction" than in nonfiction—especially my peculiar brand of fiction.
In fact I'd go so far as to say "Give me fiction, or give me death."
This topic could easily be put into a fictional story that fulfills all of the assignment's requirements, except one: "Write a personal essay…"
I talked to the prof. about an exception. I thought it would be no problem—I consider myself a good writer, even if you can't tell it here. And, of course, he doesn't see it my way.
Dammit, if you know what I mean.
But life also goes on.
I was supposed to take a test today, out of schedule, but the prof. never showed up. So, I guess that was fine. I'm confused now, and I'll probably have to study again before I really take it. Whenever that may be.