well, I totally missed the mark on my rough draft. what a humiliating feeling to hear your classmates completely rip apart your paper. I had so many holes in my essay. I don't know much about The Great Depression, but I obviously got my head decapitated on the chopping block with this one. my characters were superficial, the plot was completely absent from the writing, my facts were completely off base, and I had too much repetition. I took a hard blow to my self-esteem a few minutes ago. it's a sick feeling that occupies my stomach right now. I know this emotion will pass, but I feel infected with shame. makes me realize that I'm not as good a writer as I thought I was. maybe the idea of me being a good writer is just pretense, a delusion, a far stretch. will I be able to recover from this, or will I allow it to corrode my soul away? I really don't feel like writing right now, but I'm doing it anyway. I've got a hell of a lot to learn. damn....
Dr. Stephen Strange
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