Okay, we all saw it coming. We did.
All that energy and enthusiasm has waned and I am down to the very last paper I have to write as an undergraduate and I have lost that lovin' feeling. As I sit here at my laptop I am reminded of a scene in "You've Got Mail" where Meg Ryan is sitting at her laptop trying to figure out what she would have said to Tom Hanks' character, the mean Joe Fox, when he was being rude to her, and even as she sits there she gets this blank look and says, "Even now..." she doesn't know what to say/write. I'm there people. I have that forlorn look on my face, I'm dazed and confused, please don't make me do this, please, please, please?!
Define Young Adult Literature by isolating its various characteristics in the three novels you chose.
I have 3 pages. I need 7-9. It is due on Monday. At 9 a.m. [whining] Please, don't make me. I wish this professor posted our grades on blackboard, so that I could see what would happen if 1. I didn't turn the paper in at all, or 2. I completely bombed the paper.
That is it. I am taking matters into my own hands now (as if it were never in my hands in the first place), after an entire day of wishing I didn't have to write this paper, and feeling guilty for only writing 1 page the entire day today, I am letting it go. Go away little paper, fly like the wind, float away, and DON'T COME BACK UNTIL TOMORROW!
This 38-year-old senior is officially trunky. Okay, I am mixing college and mission metaphors here, I know this, who cares? I dare anyone to cross me right now, I dare you!!!
And, I don't have a car that will take me to Chevron where they have the right kind of ice, and Caffeine Free Diet Pepsi, NOT COKE. Not the Chevron nearest my house, the one down on the other end of town. Why, oh why must I be stuck when I am having a crisis of faith?