This weekend I've been musing on the fact that I have a rough draft due tomorrow for my advanced writing class. I have to pick a poem-any poem, the options are endless-and then find other critiques on it, then disagree with those critiques and then write a paper on that with a new, fresh, never before written take on the poem. That, ladies and gentlemen, is a huge task. Granted, the draft is only 1-2 pages of the paper, not a draft of the whole paper... but it's still a big assignment, especially considering I'm a poetry nut and I am so indecisive with picking the poem.
What does this paper have to do with my weirdness? I am excited about writing this paper. It presents a huge challenge and I am through the roof excited to take it on. I love writing, I've discovered that I love writing papers about literature. I love it all. I'm definitely meant to be an English major.
Hurray for weirdness!
Also, thanks for the prayers and love, everyone. I've been filled with comfort and I know my mother appreciates all the love and help that our family has received. She is doing well...I spoke to her yesterday! Things are looking up.
Also, thanks for the prayers and love, everyone. I've been filled with comfort and I know my mother appreciates all the love and help that our family has received. She is doing well...I spoke to her yesterday! Things are looking up.
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