I fail at my college class. I don't even know if I got into the college yet [I had to take the placement test today...I'll know Tuesday] but still. I have to write a paper--and really we have no idea what the heck this paper is actually supposed to be about--and I fail at it. I've already written it once, and in my jaundiced opinion it sucks. So I don't know what I should do. This is my writing course, too! And I want to be a writer, so much for that life goal; if I completely suck at the class how the heck will I succeed with at as a profession?! And even when I put all I've got into a paper [say the rough draft of the autobiography that's due next week] I am, A.) the student who didn't even really have anything said about my paper to the class--whereas everyone else was "Good opening paragraph" or "That was such good imagery" or "I was sucked in, I wanted to know what happened next", I was "Have I forgotten anyone? [long pause while lookind down the list of students] Oh yeah, Ink!"-- or B.) shown up by people who could care less that they're the greatest thing since sliced bread and practically rub it in everyone else's face and then use their phenominal autobiography as toilet-paper; because they don't really care about this class they're just there because they have to be. Talent is wasted on the ungrateful. Give it to the people who have low self-esteems, no talent in anything else, are ugly, dumpy and short, and would give their right arm to be able to write something praise-worthy. But nope, people like me get picked last, made fun of, and never noticed. Last of the list, and forgotten. Yes, such a great place to be.