this paper may be an A- at best, but i'm going to comb through it as many times as possible until i get in my car in twenty-six minutes to drive to campus to turn it in.
wait... maybe that's what i hate about college.
ms. caughey will get back to you when she has had more sleep. which won't take place at least until post-december third.
isn't there some kind of joy in having something tactile to complain about, something that you know will pass very very soon? in a week i will be done.
watch out, GRE. i'm on a roll.