Drug of choice

Today- I became a blogger.... and again,  I am super-addicted to my drug of choice... arranging words in new ways to give voice to my crazy within.  I think some people call that writing.  On a less sarcastic note, I don't think I realized just how snobby I really am about my writing until earlier today.

I was helping a friend write a paper for a graduate class.  Note: I am not at all enthusiastic about academic writing, but I do secretly pride myself on being able to wow my professors, as I whip up a verbal frenzy with very little effort. As I watched her struggle to sort her thoughts and organize her notes into a coherent topic, I held back my comments, not wanting to seem too bossy or pushy.  But to me, the process seemed easy, natural even.  To be fair, the prof. in her class is apparently one of those "too brilliant to actually be a good teacher" types (though I'm more apt to believe that it's a case of "just not a good teacher-itis").  As we sat, I showed my very intelligent friend my own thought processes for approaching a review of literature, walking her through each phase of her paper, step by step, questioning & leading her the way I would any of my students.  Finally she looked at me, amazed, saying, " I don't know how you all know this.  You really are a great writer." 

Ah, just what I needed, a little validation.