I hate deadlines with a passion that rivals my hatred for church, A Math, Chinese and Physics combined.
Anyway AHH I AM PANICKING THE DEADLINE IS 26 FEBRUARY 2010 FOR CAP MENTORSHIP SUBMISSIONS NO SUBMISSIONS = NO PARTICIPATION CERTIFICATE HOW AH AHHHHHHHH
And what is this progress report? My mentor and I only met up ONCE. Yup, ONCE. The other time we tried, he apparently forgot all about us poor students. Till today (since early December), he's been online AND NOT COMMENTING ON OUR NEW WORKS.
Lesson learnt: mentorship is not all it is hyped up to be.
Frankly, I don't think I learnt much, except to be careful with mized metaphors. Oh, and the joys of having someone treat you to a free Starbucks drink.
What the heck.
I didn't learn shit about characterisation and style. I didn't learn anything I hoped ot learn like varying voices or creating belieavable characters. All I got for my time and two hundred dollars is fifteen pathetic minutes with my barely-there 'mentor', who casually flicked through my story I spent TWO HOURS PORING OVER, NON-INCLUSIVE OF EDITING, RE-EDITING AND QUALITY CONTROL and told me to be careful of mixed metaphors and language.
What. The. -----
Sheesh. I think Mrs Pereira is way moree helpful than my mentor whose presence lingers like drawn perfume in a still room. At least I can rely on her to give my ego a boost, and improve my writing (even if it is from a more mechanical point of view), as opposed to my supposedly more-artistic, understanding bulwark of support that is my mentor.
Frustrated. Tired.
Why the HELL did I even apply???!
Oh, right. To get published in the EOTW, even for a few pages (but I am afraid I can't get in
because my writing sucks platypus shit)
AHHHHH PANIC AH HOW AH I HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING ON THE DAMN THEME YET.
WHAT THE HECK IS THE THEME ANYWAY.
I AM SO FRUSTRATED AND PISSED. Yes I am still pissed off about that bloody sales assistant with bad attitude. But I don't want to talk about it because there's this insanely huge block in my head again, no thanks A MATH.
