Weird coda to my creative writing class.

Cue the scene: Stepping into the creative writing office, I hear a stream of derisive laughter from my creative writing T.A./Prof.'s office. He and the other T.A. are hanging out, pouring over stories. I took an instant dislike to her from her sarcastic, rather nasty tone, and I wondered how much effect these two had on each other throughout the quarter.

Because if I was their teacher, and this was kindergarten, I'd separate them. I know a bad combination when I hear it.

He came out to accept my story portfolio when I really just wanted to drop it in his box and skeedadle. Amazingly, as soon as the pressure was off and the class was over, he was sweet again. This is the guy I remember from last summer.

"So, are you planning to apply to the creative writing program?" he asks.

( Oh god. How does one evade this question? )

I came away feeling like I could name a dozen fanfic writers who were far more experienced, active, and engaged in writing, who understood the research involved. Heck, I just read a fluffy SGA romance last night where the writer had taken the time to get Rodney's hydrogen fuel technology right.

I came away... less disgusted with him, and more impressed with the calibre of writers in fanfiction.