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I made it; I am alive and kicking! I prayerfully went into my Wonen Writers class ready to be tarred and feathered. I was surprised to find that for the most part people liked my short story. I will be the first to admit that it definitely needs improvement but I was shocked to find that people thought it was good. Even JP didn't say anything negative other than that I could have used a different word . I wrote "The year was ripe with strife and free love". He said that I should have put "The year was impregnated with strife and free love." The proff remarked that "impregnated" has too many syllables. But man, oh man, you better believe I went into that class praying every step of the way. I can think of a thousand other things I would rather do; I have never taken criticism well.
People keep asking me if I am excited about graduating and it still hasn't hit me. But this is all very typical of me. I am the girl who does not get excited about accomplishing a task until it is actually completed. There is usually this gnawing thought in the back of my head that doubts I can even do it. I think that gnawing thought is named Satan.
I'm thinking that Drew's day in the sun is over. Do I really want a guy who can't make a decision. He has a great time with this vivacious girl and he can't make up his mind. Do I really want someone who is wishy - washy about me? No siree bob.
People keep asking me if I am excited about graduating and it still hasn't hit me. But this is all very typical of me. I am the girl who does not get excited about accomplishing a task until it is actually completed. There is usually this gnawing thought in the back of my head that doubts I can even do it. I think that gnawing thought is named Satan.
I'm thinking that Drew's day in the sun is over. Do I really want a guy who can't make a decision. He has a great time with this vivacious girl and he can't make up his mind. Do I really want someone who is wishy - washy about me? No siree bob.