I turned in the first draft of my New Historical paper. It went okay. It is not my best work, but that is alright since it is only the first draft. It is quite choppy and I am not sure if my ideas flow together as well as they should. One of my English teachers in high school told me I could be a good writer if I could just organize my thoughts. This is something I still struggle with. I have all these ideas, it is just hard for me to weave them together and puke them out onto the page in a coherent fashion. With the first draft of this paper being turned in, however, I am reminded of how little time is left of the semester. I’m almost there. Almost there. The end is in sight.
Shouldn’t I be relieved that I am almost done with this class and college classes as a whole? I wish I were, but there is just so much to be done yet in the remaining 2.5 weeks. I always knew I would get to this ending point someday, but I never expected it to come so soon. Almost there. Almost there.