The Horror! The Horror!

That fiction class I was telling you about is the strangest English class I've ever taken, in terms of classmate's abilities. The first story we workshopped that someone wrote was borderline brilliant. We discussed it for a full 30 minutes and still had interesting points to bring up about it. Finally the prof forced us to move on. The next story was OK and used some spanish, which is always interesting. From that point on, every story was pure shit. I'm serious. We have two or three talented people and the rest.... well, let's just say some people should never set finger to keyboard.
We had our first Knox Jazz Ensemble rehearsal today. It seems like it's going to be ridiculous amounts of fun. Bordering on copious amounts of fun. Tomorrow I find out what jazz combo I'm in (that's a smaller group of musicians, like 6, that plays together at bars). Hopefully I get in the same combo as Maureen again. She's this hot violin player from St. Paul. Pretty sassified. That isn't a word, and I don't care.