Tuesday, April 12, 2005
room to breathe
I woke up at 7 this morning. It took me, as it does most mornings, about ten minutes to talk myself out of the warm, flannely bed, but once I was up, the world seemed a little more focused. (relatively speaking, I am still blind, of course).
Then I wrote a 3812 word paper. In 8 hours. It was awesome.*
I then hopped a bus to the school, slid the paper 1/2 an hour before the deadline, and ran away.
Thus endeth the last courses I may ever take in English literature. This is a pretty scary thought. I do not want to be grown up. And yet, I mailed in my tuition deposit to the Northern School just yesterday.
*By awesome, I mean awesomely stupid. But it's done.