I'm having less moments of sudden panic where my mind is racing and all I can think is, "where am I and what the hell am I doing here?".  And I am definitely less lost.  I no longer leave a building debating whether to pull out my map to see if I should turn left or right to get to my next destination.  Life is so much easier when I know which way to head.  How is that for a life analogy.  ;)

How I love being able to eat in the library!  Pass the wasabi please.

I've been so sick the last two weeks with bronchitis and asthma flare up.  It's tough doing homework when I can hardly remember my name.  That's all the whine I get.  There are deadlines to make.

Don't laugh.  At three in the morning this feels like a very real concern for me right now.  But on my behalf can I just say that I didn't mean to.  A flimsy excuse, I know, once I'm hauled into court for sentencing.  I don't even know what they do to people who plagiarize.  I don't even know if I have plagiarized.  I'm working on my first BIG research paper for English 102.  What a swirling, confusing, wonderful, awful experience this has been.  I have always loved to write.  I can say that now.  I have kept that juicy tidbit a secret for decades, even from myself.  After all, who am I write - let alone enjoy it.  But I don't know what I'm doing.  And it scares me to find out.  Oh, but I long to find out.  It's like this siren song that I cannot and do not want to ignore.  And so I have gotten my wish.  I'm in a swirling state of new ideas about rhetoric, ex...