Did any of you guys actually have good luck with a creative writing class? I took one once and it was like "Write a sixteen line poem using exactly this format and no other about this experience, that I, your instructor, not you, had. Extra credit awarded for kissing up to me and if the poem is as anti-male as every single facet of my being. By the way, all men are rapists and can just drop my class now."

Come to think of it, I probably just had a crappy instructor...