On Deciding to Skip Class (creative nonfiction, written today)

Something I just finished AN HOUR AGO. SERIOUSLY.

Because it's not like I'm posting stuff here that I'm ready to submit to publication. This was intended to just have my desperate attempts at original stuff, half-finished stuff and really bad stuff (*cough*lastsemester), etc. So I just wrote this.  I had a very certain mood I wanted to capture, and it took me a little while to get into it, but I think I managed it in parts.

It is creative nonfiction. Oooooh. I'm taking a class on it this semester, and we have a great anthology with pieces that are just amaaaazing and really inspirational. (Side note for the story essay beneath: it was an essay from that anthology I read before falling asleep. "High Tide in Tuscan" by Barbara Kingslover. Not my favorite, but still quite good, and I love The Bean Trees. On a related note, my anthology for my Short Story class [Randall Jarrell's Book of Stories] has just really weird ones that, apart from a couple exceptions, only leave me going, "WTF?" to some degree. Even the ones I like, like Gogol's "The Nose," are WTF. The story I read yesterday, for today's class, was "Her Table Spread" by Elizabeth Bowen. Just, no.)
 

( On Deciding to Skip Class )