Writing Class, Scripts, and Classics

My writing elective for this semester began today. Because my teacher is awsome, we spent most of our hour-and-a-half watching and discussing clips from Knight Rider and movie trailers. This could partly due to our writing scripts this year, or it could be my teacher's idolization of talking cars and The Hoff. Anyway. I had a novel I've been dying to try writing out as a script, so I'm feeling pretty good about it. And at the end of the class the guy who wrote the script for Buried (the movie that won Sundance where the entire film takes place inside a coffin) is going to come in and talk to us. We're connected like that. (Sort of. His cousin attends our school.)

Any writers who've tried this before, what's it like trying to switch a story from novel to script? Hopefully at the end of the summer I'll be able to answer this myself!

Also, while my mom's copies of A Seperate Peace and The Great Gatsby (assigned reading, yay~) seem to have dropped into some black abyss, I located a very dusty Catcher in the Rye and started reading it. I have never felt so inundated by swearwords in my life. But by golly if it's not some of the best characterization I've ever read. Things don't get to be "classics" for no reason, I guess. I will eventually finish the six-thousand books on my pile, but Holden might come first...

I missed journals on Sunday. There will be some this weekend, unless the snow decides I'm not allowed to have power.

God bless us, every one.