And now...another procastinatory blog post

My professor slid my previous paper and a grading rubric, and other notes to me across the table, and after my ten minute meeting with her, I was terrified to start this paper. She is more intense than even my Biblical Poetry professor was, and I don't want to write another canned paper for the final.

And then I realized, this is my last really analytical paper I'm probably going to be writing. Next semester I'm taking a fiction workshop, and a 2000 level Communications class, so I'm not going to have any literature or theory to pick apart.

It is very bittersweet.

I've been in college for five and a half years so far, but I never really thought that I'd see the end coming so rapidly toward me.