Okay, I lied, that isn't really funny at all. But, it is true. I guess I am afraid of accomplishing something worthwhile or making money. You know, the usej. Humph! (I've always wanted to use the word "humph" somewhere in my writing, but never really found the time or place...here it is.)
As I sit here with six books about population changes and problems in Israel surrounding me, I find myself feeling a little bit overwhelmed. Overwhelmed, but also in a state of denial. It's almost like I feel that if I deny that I have a paper to write by Thursday, maybe it will disappear. I know that I am going to do it though. I will write it, get at least a mediocre grade and move on. College will probably be over by the time I even find out the grade I got on it. Actually, I probably won't ever find out my grade. I will receive my passing grade for the class and move on, because I will be a college grad and it won't matter anymore, I suppose.
So, get off the blog and write the paper, dummy.
"I hate the things you choose to be."--Michael Scott
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