On my first day of classes this semester, I was assigned a 2-page paper that was due in a week. Not too bad, I've done a lot more writing in a lot less time, but still, I thought it might be a sign of things to come; an omen that this would be a semester filled with endless papers.
Not so much.
That was the last real paper I've had to write for any of my classes. And while I know of at least three more papers that are due towards the end of the semester, there are no essays in my immediate future. At least, none that I know of.
Of course, I have The Sojourn, and a Media Scriptwriting class that keep my keyboard from getting too dusty, but it's not as bad as what I thought it might be.
Although, I've stuck with the frame of thinking that says "Tis better to write two papers than take one test or read one chapter," but everyone likes to have a break from things, no matter how much they like doing them.
I'm going to keep writing, whether I get assignments or articles or not. But it's always more fun to write for pleasure than it is to knock out a five page-paper on which Old Testament character is my favorite.
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