It’s a miracle: I’m not only on time to class tonight, but I’ve actually arrived with ten minutes to
spare! I was so excited about this I
thought I’d stop by the computer lab here on the twelfth floor and write a
This has been one of those semesters where I can never quite
finish all my reading, can never quite get to class on time, can never quite write
as much as I’d like to each night. I
feel like I’m always spilling pop on pages, dropping piles of papers, losing
stuff, and buttoning my sweaters incorrectly.
So the very fact that I’m here, dressed properly, with all my homework
finished, is making me feel pretty good about myself.
Crap. It just took me
eleven minutes to write this. Looks like I’m going to be late anyway.