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Two Door Cinema Club

The best scene for my screenwriting class got a 3 out of 5. So, you can only guess that I got a 1. No, but not far from it. My first scene got a 1.9. My horror scene got a 2. I just don't get it. What is this dude looking for? I ask him how I can improve. He says, "Tighten it [the words] up."

I tell my mom and says for me to not blame him for my grade. Who did? Why are you telling me this? Sometimes, people aren't listening to the finer message. Mom, I don't get what I'm doing wrong, I'm not doing my very very best (I know) but I thought I did better than I was graded. What is this guy's standards? She must have thought I said, "I hate this class. I need an excuse. This teacher sucks." I don't know, but it sucks when your mom isn't giving some supportive creative advice.

While she stressed the "responsibility argument", I realized that I do better when I handle all my issues. I mean, really. Something about cleaning up the closet and really facing yourself gives you a different perspective. As I sigh, "No, I just don't know what he's looking for." But I lied. I do. I just know I can't really get there overnight. It's a process like all things. During the summer, I didn't bike nearly as much as I did summers ago, but for once, I knew how to ride without handlebars. I tried in the past with one hand. Not as cool... But like all things, one day, I grew up. It's like "so what if I fall, I did what I can do, let's make this happen." You can only imagine the frustration that I have. I feel like I'm on the cusp of understanding it. I think maybe the more I dig deeper into myself like cleaning my room and throwing old notebooks out, the better that I'll get my assignment. This is my hypothesis. Let's test it out. :)