It depends on the day whether I’m fine or not. There are days when I’m so damn grateful for everything I have, everything I get to do, every single way I’ve been blessed in this overabundant life of mine. But then there are other days like today, when I feel like I’ll explode if someone … Continue reading Truth telling: That pit of dread in my chest
Rather than type out everything that's happened this week, I've written everything out for your reading pleasure. From the pages of my journal, here are the answers to how my finals went, if my English teacher flunked me, and if I ever mustered up the courage to give her one of my books. Enjoy! .......
When I walked into my Critical Thinking class at the beginning of this semester, I automatically assumed it would be an easy A. I’d sailed through English 1A the semester before, and thought that this advanced English class would be along the same route. After all, I’ve written eight books (and counting), and I work … Continue reading Love letter to my sadistic, ego-stripping, hard as nails English professor
This morning, I found myself in between the craziness of finals. I have no more homework left to do, I have enough time to study for my next final, and the essay I'm working on for English needs a day of rest. My morning was free and clear to spend on the other things I … Continue reading Focusing on one thing at time
Last night in my Critical Thinking class, the professor prepared us for receiving back our essays we’d turned in a few weeks earlier. The assignment had been to write a one-page, double-spaced essay on one topic. Sounds easy enough, right? Wrong. It’s incredibly hard to get a point across in that small amount of space, … Continue reading A bad grade isn’t all that bad
Last month, I went back to college. Actually, back isn’t the right word. I’ve never actually been to college before, unless you count that time when I taught a college class (true story). While my peers were racking up college loans to further their education, my world was filled with diapers and sleepless nights, and … Continue reading Being the school kid at 38