I shit out my last paper for Comp 2 a couple of days ago. Perfect grade finished sewing up my A there. Expectations must be really, really low in these classes. Seriously.
The most important thing here is that I'm feeling really good. I gave myself a goal I wasn't entirely sure I could accomplish (to get 4 classes done during the summer, two math, two English), an not only did I accomplish it, I made sweet love to it in a way it's husband never could. OK, maybe not, but it feels nice to have confidence in my abilities again.
Let's see if I can get a nap before the Despoina wakes up... I've earned it.
That is all.
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