...it's more than I had at the beginning of the semester. What I turned in last night resembles a screenplay in the same way a lump of clay resembles a sculpture; I still have a LOT of work ahead of me. But...I did it. I twisted and tucked and pruned my great-great grandfather's experiences into a beginning, middle, and end.
It seems ironic that I will probably receive one of my worst grades for this class, considering I probably learned and accomplished more in it than in most others I've taken. I was surrounded by such gifted, creative, interesting, humble, open, honest, motivated people who were willing to share their knowledge and experience with everyone else. And it was fun! We laughed so much! I really didn't mind missing all of the episodes of "Lost" (especially after I figured out how to use the DVR and record them!)
Although I'll miss spending hours with these people every Wednesday, I admit I'm relieved it's over. I am totally exhausted. The last two weeks I've had headaches popping up every 4 to 6 hours or so, and now it seems I've broken out with an "A-Typical" case of shingles. (Thankfully, the a-typical symptoms are lack of severe sensitivity, flu-like aches and pains, and fever.) I think I just need to rest for a while.
But not for too long. As soon as Kendall crosses the stage with her diploma in a few weeks, I'll be back at it, pounding, nipping, and tucking at that mound of verbal clay stashed in my computer. I'm determined that one day I'll really be able to call it a screenplay.