*insert sound of head banging on keyboard*
So we’re all in class tonight. We know it’s coming–we’re starting our final mondo projects, namely our websites.
“Okay, go!” says Mr. Hottie Instructor. (Well, okay, he didn’t, exactly, but I’m paraphrasing, here. It’s poetic license. Cut me a little slack, wouldya?)
Picture nervous-tinged glances around the room from we apt pupils.
“Seriously, go ahead,” Mr. H.I. adds, punctuating the statement with a well-placed boot to the ass, much as a bird might give the chick a definitive shove out of the nest.
So I’m flapping. And I’m flapping. The sound of a dozen wings in a panicked state echoes throughout the room. And shit on a stick, this ain’t working. I’m gonna crash — big time. My divs aren’t lining up, my text isn’t where I want it to be, I can’t get my background image to show up…
Suddenly, he’s not dictating exactly what to type and where–he’s just standing up there, looking all cute and everything, and we’re all thinking, WTF, man?
Well, okay. Truthfully, it’s not entirely that bad. I got a start on my home page, at least. The part that offends my sensibilities, though, is that it looks awful. *sigh* I have to figure out how to make it pretty — and I think I’ll be tinkering with it beyond the next four weeks. The biggest problem is, I want to do things to the site that weren’t taught in class.
And it seemed almost easy up until now…
I’m gonna go and write about sex and forget all about the effing website for tonight. We’ll see what tomorrow brings.