Just Not Like Me... In a Good Way

Last night, in Creative Nonfiction Writing, I was very vocal. The best part was that I was volunteering my input instead of being asked for my opinion.

We had to workshop five writers in the class and spend about twenty minutes on each one, so we had to give writing advice for five different people. It gets tedious after a while. Anyway, I sat next to the professor and when she asked a question I tried to get my answer out first. I had quite a few responses last night, and usually more than one for each writer.

This is what I'm trying to do in all of my classes. I want to be unafraid to speak up in any room. For now, I just feel more comfortable in Rebecca's classes, but the similar experience in Anthro the other day is encouraging.

I noticed that a guy I hang out with affected my mood and made me feel like answering less. He says things very carelessly that bother me and then tells me later that I didn't get him. I considered not going to dinner with him after class (even though it's tradition), but he promised he'd be nice and he was. I don't want anything in my life that pushes me back and I know that if I spend much time with this guy he'll affect me.