Creative writing?

I went to my first "lectures" today, they weren't really lectures, more like introductions to the courses. Journalism was up first, didn't have to get up early thankfully but now I'm a uni I'm finding myself being awake earlier than I would be at home. Maybe because it's the fact my mind subconsciously knows I'm not in my own bed? But I've never had problems with that before, odd! Anyway, I walked down there, found the building and room really easily, walked in and the room was half full already, obviously people liked to get here early! A girl with bright blonde hair (I'm sick of seeing fake blondes now, new trend please) was walking behind me and I said to her "where shall we sit?". Half of the seats were full up so we were the first people to sit on the other side of the room, "let's be the rejects" she said but the room soon overflowed with students! I was amazed at how many of us there were! Another blonde girl sat next to us, she was 20, got talking to each other, found out this other blonde girl (Natalie I think) was doing the exact same subjects as me, yay! The very tanned blonde girl (Lily) said she was also talking Spanish, and that she'd moved from Spain! She hardly knows anyone in England, though you can tell she's English, not Spanish.

Anyway the lecture started, wasn't bad, so many people arrived late! I'd hate to arrive late on my first day!!!! At the end some guy who seems like a prick, though he does work for newspapers so what do you expect, made us do a news quiz. The quiz was based on what had been in the news fairly recently. The problem is, my parents got the daily mail everyday, and now I'm not living there I don't flick through the the paper or watch the news on TV so it seems as if I'll have to make an effort of checking websites! So I got a glorious 9 out of 30. Some smart bitch got 29 out of 30. Natalie got the same as me and poor Lily only got 3! So I didn't feel *too* bad. After that had finished we said we'd see Lily tomorrow and me and Nat tried to find tower block, room 9. Luckily she knew exactly where the building was as her friend had told her this morning, woop! So we got to lesson 15 minutes early, had a chat about a few things before lesson started.

Was a good lecture, though I'm a bit scared of how much work there's going to be as well as tons of reading and I still need to order a load of books from Amazon, have asked mum via facebook for advice on that. One I need to read by week 3 so I might have to go down to the local bookshop and buy that brand new, could be an ouch :/ but we'll see. SO hoping my loan came through today :S. At the end of the class we did a bit of spotanious writing, he called it automatic writing, a phrase that has too many stigmas attached to it. It was Derren Brown or psychic style, it was more like write the first things that come into your head. So the first question was gender? Then age? Occupation? One regret? and one dream? I chose:

Female
24
Teacher
Wanted to be a dancer
To find the love of their life

This was literally the first things that popped into my head, we weren't allowed to think about it too much. Then he said write a paragraph about this character and then and there we just had to write. I think everyone found it surprisingly easy, this is what I wrote:

"I'm Sarah, I'm a teacher, 24 and a boring, old teacher. I teach dance for a load of bratty students who don't apprciate the art of it. Why do I teach dance? Because I never made it as a dancer. Much like the P.E teachers who never made it as a footballer. I live by myself in a cold, lonely flat which I can bearly pay for. Maybe my life would be a little better if I had someone to share it with. But who is interested in dating a teacher? People are actually scared of it, like I'm marking them out of 10 or something. The other teachers reject me too, they are much older than me and dance is not an academic subject..."

I wrote the above paragraph on the spot, very little thought going into it at all. Which, the lecturer said was a good way to create a story, a character, just don't think about it too much. And he's right, there are many times I've wanted to write about something, but have thought about it too much, it needs to just happen! As I read back the paragraph, I realised the main inspiration for it was from my old Sociology teacher, she too was very young for a teacher and used to tell us stories about her life. I remember her telling us about how people react when you tell them you're a teacher, they suddenly get a lot more serious, etc. So, without realising it, I released my inner inspiration! A neat trick. He was also going on about details, when you're writing, include the little details, it makes a story. I try to do this, to an extent in my blogs. I'm amazed anyone actually bothers to read this thing but the fact that people do, drives me to write more. Hopefully by writing this, this counts as being creative to an extent!

I walked home from the lecture, thought some guy was going to run me over on the way home but he just drove by and winked at me from out the window. Creep. Now I'm back here. Chilling out, everything's been mental recently! Stuff will calm down after freshers I hope. Can't afford to be out EVERY night! Must go and make spag bol now, or at least attempt to! Am starving! Pyjama party tonight! Should be a laugh :D.