Whooot, I want to write again! For the first time in a long time, I woke up early this morning with multiple ideas tumbling through my brain of things I want to write. Unfortunately, I'm in the middle of dead week and so I'm up to my eyeballs in finals. No time to write now, but the feeling is sweet and I hadn't realized I missed it. It seems an odd statement given I am just finishing up a creative non fiction writing class. I have loved this class and this teacher and these classmates. Ending a semester is bittersweet for those tentative friendships that will most likely not last into the future without the structure of common homework goals, and joint efforts of figuring out the logistics of a syllabus/testing/teacher expectations of a particular class. And trust me, no two classes/syllabus/testing/teacher expectations are the same. It's a war zone out there folks. Survival goes to the fittest, ...