Failure to Write

Today, I found out that I didn't get into any of the creative writing classes that I had applied for. I was originally bummed, really bummed. Three different teachers had separately decided that my writing wasn't good enough to earn entrance into their classes. And this is not the first time that this has happened to me either, I went 0-3 a year and a half ago as well. In other words, the english department has spoken loud and clear and unanimously said that I suck, my writing is bad and my parents' should have said "no" to me on more occasions as a child.

But after some textual support from my girlfriend, I have come to this conclusion:

FUCK THAT.


My writing does not suck. Raise your hand if you disagree (Do not raise your hand as it will not be counted, this post is on tape delay and the votes were tallied live) Judging by the show of hands, or lack thereof, I don't suck. So fuck them for telling me I suck.

One of my submissions was my Number ten essay, which I thought was pretty fucking good, let's see a show of hands? Tim, only one hand please. Yes, I know you thought it was a gem but only one vote. Yes, I know you are number ten too. Yeah I agree, fuck that professor, he was just jealous that he's not on the list, bitchass. Don't worry, we still are number ten, nothing can ever take that away from us.

In conclusion, the only justification for their denial of my greatness was that they made a mistake. And I accept their apology, but I will never forgive them. Someday, they will all have a copy of my book waiting for them on their desk in their office, with a personal letter from me written on the inside cover. It will read– "Suck it."