Monday, November 08, 2004

Wrapping Things Up

It is so nice to get some stuff taken care of. Remember that paper that was due on Friday? Yeah, well, I finally got it done yesturday and turned it in today. So it was a week late, who cares? My prof said, "Don't worry...I have such a huge stack of work to grade, I probably would not have gotten to it yet anyways."

Took my first in class essay final of my master's program. Had to respond to five questions. The first three responses were three pages and the last two, that is right, one page each. I convinced myself it was to help out my prof who would have to grade my stacks of essays plus the whole classes. Had to handwrite the answers. I forgot how many muscles it takes to write. I think I wrote more tonight by hand than I have for the last 6 months.

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