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Mike's Pov
I've always been the person to get very creative when it came to writing stories based on pure imagination. But, today once again I feel as if what I wrote is pure shit compared to that of my classmates. Everyone here has remarkably structured stories that also have original strong narratives that prove a command of craft. Sophisticated vocabulary, various sentences that flow together.But, most importantly the intentional and evocative use of imagery.
Today, we are criticizing each other's projects which involve creating a story using the prompt given to us which is a person who finds themselves alone in a lighthouse that will not let them out. Our goal is to explain their thoughts, situation, and the meaning behind their thoughts. Most importantly why they are trapped here. Our professor has his laptop on his pedestal and he goes through each student's project asking us how the person should improve, what the story lacks while also throwing in a few of his opinions as well.
Finally, he gets to my project immediately he says the story is too safe it does not have the use of evocative imagery. He says it doesn't stir anything to continue reading. Everyone else points out more issues with my story as well. I just slowly slouch back in my seat feeling as if I'm a child being scolded for not completing a task correctly. Each criticizing point felt as if knives were stabbing me.
After the professor finishes reviewing our projects before call us up to tell us our grade. He calls me up to his desk he tells me " Wheeler, I'm passed disappointed at your work. If you continue to submit assignments like this. then, just drop my class". He then slides my paper and tells me "Anyway you made a C".
After receiving my paper from my professor I head towards the exit. I felt even more dejected than ever since arriving here. After 30 minutes of just walking to my dorm room. I open the door and sit on my bed staring into space. Mostly, thinking that maybe my professor is right and creative writing is not for me.
The door opens and my roommate walks in. He looks at me before sitting down taking in the somber look on my face. He asks me if I'm okay. A few minutes of explaining what happened to me today.
My roommate just looks at me then says you look like a guy who needs to go to a party to get your mind off your troubling life he says with a grin on his face.