How About a Bread Story?

Group projects for writing classes are stupid. You're telling me this class is going to teach me ways to be a better writer but I have to write something with a stranger? I have to downplay these elaborate plots in my head about grocery stores, to find a topic I want to write about with a stranger? This is stupid. Start having peoples pitches shot down pretty early huh? I'm supposed to be in a creative hole, typing away on whatever I wish, letting the scene unfold as it flows, no breaks, no pauses, no rests. I'm supposed to think about my plot and my characters and their lives, hearts, and brains. Just me, solo-mothering the life into a story. Only now it's like joint babysitting a strangers kid with another stranger. This is when I am supposed to be my most selfish, and love every minute of it. To write about the journey people go on to end up buying this bread or that bread. But now I have to write about some character with some problem, discovering some solution, and making some friends at the end. The story can't be my story anymore. It's not even their story. It's a shared story, and nothing sounds more stupid. Art professors don't assign shared painting assignments. You paint for five minutes and I'll paint the next five? No. Any mention of group work for writing immediately means you won't get to write what you want. So then What. Is. The. Point. If you're not writing what you want, then you're not wanting what you write, which is The. Point. If I ever became a teacher, I would encourage feedback, criticism, suggestions, whatever. But not encourage writers to shove down the idea they had, and hold up one more likely to be accepted by another. Because waiting for someone elses praise will ruin everything. Because it is stupid.