That's the way I feel abou it, anyway. It's not like anything exciting or great happened here, except for recently I got invited to join KTA,
a journalism honor society. That's nice, but I don't see it helping me out in the future. I don't see how it could.

I say that I'm escaping from here because it feels like this whole campus is sort of a prison with no walls. Maybe it's due to the fact
that I haven't had a car in almost five years now. Before, when I had a vehicle, I had a sense of freedom, and drove around a lot. Of course, I smoked back then too, so it was a package deal. Having a car was great, but now with the gas prices,
it's still not worth it unless the employer orders me to have one.

And I say orders because if it were up to me, it would not be a requirement of any job I held.
You see, people are being really stupid nowadays when it comes to oil. They want to have their cake and eat it too. Well, it's damn obvious, and scientists have known for years, that the oil supply on Earth will run out at some point.
No one really knows when this will be, but it's possible that it's already happening. On the other hand, there could be many sources of untapped oil, but these are in even more remote places, and harder to get to. Would the expense of getting to these sources justify the oil we might eventually get out of them?
I say no. But unfortunately, it's always been true that necessity is the mother of invention. So we won't change to a different energy source until we are forced to.

I keep up with writing about 800 words a day. But since no one cares, I just don't really talk to anyone about it. Someone I would definetly keep it from is my playwriting teacher.
If he reads this, I'm exposed, so maybe he already has. That could explain why he keeps saying that playwriting is not like novel writing, but I suspect it's because the students have shown him over his time teaching here that they think it is.
I don't have any such illusions. I actually took the class because I thought it would be closer to movie writing--which it is.
So to make a long story short, it just has ended up being another class that I'm not getting the most out of, though it is much more interesting than the others. Still, the teacher seems a little egotistical about the whole notion of playwriting, saying it's like no other artform and all that.
My personal view is that a work or a piece can be transferred through different forms, yet the original meaning can remain. For instance, the basic theme of a novel could be represented through the painting of a skilled artist, a piece of music could be reinterpreted as a short story, a play could become a movie, could even become a novel.
Each form has a different toolset for the artist to use, but at the heart of all of them is a desire to explain the vagaries of life, and an attempt to entertain at the same time.
So I hope he doesn't ask me about my other writing, because I turned in my play outline, and according to him, it's "just an argument," whatever that's supposed to mean.
I think he doesn't know what he's talking about. I'm supposed to have a rough draft by next week and already this post is longer than what I have.

Meanwhile, I've been wasting my time reading about a religious cult that has nothing to do with any of my class projects--
although I have been thinking of how to make it fit. Could I examine it from a media perspective for Press and Society? Maybe...hmmm....

Ahhh....no one's listening anyway. I'll just shut up now.

TC