Professor: Oh, sorry! Looks like we ran out of time. You can present next class.
Me: NO YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND I WORE MY ONE CUTE OUTFIT TODAY.
I spent two hours writing a paper last night, and then after today’s lecture I decided that I had to completely change my topic and scrapped four pages of writing. This is the third time I have done this to myself this semester.
Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things they can’t forget; stories they carry in their bodies waiting to be released.
I was late to all of my classes today because it was the first real snow and the snowflakes were the size of golf balls and I just kept giggling and walking really slowly so they would hit my face and oh my goodness <3