Let me just say...I love this class.
Before I go too much further, I'm sure some of you are wondering why the heck am I talking about art; after all, this is my writing blog, where I write about...writing. Well, creative writing is art, but that's not why I'm talking about this class. Actually, the reason why I'm posting about it is for a simple, small reason.
When the class first started, she asked everyone a few questions about ourselves. The same question she asked everyone was, "What is your major?" Well, I'm always close to the end when it comes to these types of things-Weldon, W...normally towards the end. When she finally came to me, she asked me the same question. I replied with, "English." That's when she looked at me and smiled. Not even wasting a moment, she continued with, "Creative Writing?"
Then lights from the snowy heavens shinned upon me.
I get asked this all the time: "What's your major?" and "What do you want to do after school?" Well, I always tell them that I'm going for English. Now, I can't get too mad about their assumptions, but it's how they react to my answer. Most people think I'm going there to become a teacher, which is the next thing they respond with. When I tell them creative writing, novelist they immediately go, "Oh..." Why isn't being a writer considered a true job. I don't think I should be looked down upon simply because my career choice isn't traditional in the least. Due to this, when somebody comes up to me now, I simply agree with whatever they say, just to save myself some heartache.That's why when this teacher said creative writing, she was instantly on my good side.
The moral of my story... I'm not so sure. I guess I would simply restate that writing is a real job as well. It might not have constant hours, or a constant income or anything else of that sort...but you know what, it's still the air to my lungs and the reason I'm here today.