Playwriting Perils

Ah yes, today was Playwriting class day. A day I look forward to three times a week with as much anticipation as going to the dentist for a root canal, which I had to do last week. Today we got contradictory information on the feedback from our starts. We had discussed ad naseum balance/equilibrium/stasis or whatever term you prefer to use, then he tells us today that it's really something different and anyone who got it wrong on the start was docked points. Huh? Seriously, dude, make up your mind! Which is it? So, now we are all thoroughly confused and not sure if we are ever going to get it right. I think I'm being tortured for something I may or may not have done in a past life. Otherwise, I have no explanation for this class. The prof holds my MFA degree against me because I didn't learn everything I know from him, and that just makes things worse. Is it any wonder I do not feel the need to ever open my mouth in the class? When this semester is over and I have taken the final I will be doing the happy dance and I can't dance! Don't look - it won't be pretty - LOL.