sometime back in October when i was writhing in pain over my infected wisdom teeth i had decided it was a good idea to schedule my 6 month check-up for 7 in the morning.

yeah, i won’t ever be doing that again. who wants to greet the day with sharp metal objects being scraped against your teeth? not me.

now my teeth are sort of achey, and i need to get two cavities filled. apparently this not a pressing concern for those in the dental field, because the earliest appointment i could get was june 9th. yeah, two months away. good thing it’s not life-threatening or anything.

in other news i think tonight i am gonna suck it up and talk to dale about my utter disappintment with my writing class. i haven’t done much writing about it at all, here on iwilldare.com, because the class isn’t going as well as the last one.

as many of you may remember, i decided to take the leap to intermediate. i should have stuck with beginning. the people in my intermediate class need to go back to like 10th grade english. not all of them, but a majority of them. so far there were only two of my classmates stories that i think rate intermediate level. the rest have been horridly beginner. and then last week one guy said how he wants to talk about structure, what makes a short story, and all that hooha that’s covered in BEGINNING FICTION. it just so frustrating.

damon, one of my writer group buddies, said he’s not surprised that beginng was so much better than intermediate.

“think about,” he said. “people who are able to admit they’re begginners are probably a lot more open.”

i think he’s right. we’ve had more than a few people in this class admit that the short story they handed in for workshopping was the first story they’d ever written.

grrr. i am such a snob.