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Look what happens when term papers must be written
Jeez, I swear, you start with your idea, your topic, narrow it down to a thesis. etc etc. You get going, and then a few pages into it, BAM, blood all over the place! Suddenly your insides are oozing to the outside with the strain of supporting your argument. Spattered in your own interior blood, you just want to scream, "WHY dear God WHY am I putting myself through this?" Then you start to question why even bother to study and write papers and get grades. That over-achiever, worked-for-an-A-all-quarter heroic spirit begins to shrivel like a Shrinky Dink in the oven, and, forlorn, you leave it alone. Then you come back to it, wrestle with yourself again, making another maroon mess, until finally, voila, you have your paper written, and you hardly care about whether it's good or not. You only care that it is done!

Yes, well, being back at Univeristy after an, ah hem, extended absence, has its ups and downs. I am still trying to balance them in my existence. I have to go wash my face now. Ciau.