No word from the Professor today. I was alert as hell though, near speedy. I was so nervous to go in there. Still it seemed as though he hadn't even read the email. As of yet I have had no response to it. So I will be nervous again later today when I go to class. And I will talk about Poe so fast that even the chipmunk-ish mullet girl won't be able to keep up with me.

How glad was I to read this on Ellie's blog?

"One alert reader, if she's out there, will know the real reason for this long lament. The thing is, I have this take-home midterm in English. My weekend is a stretching out like a three-day wasteland of Thoreau and Margaret Fuller and critical articles. I must produce two essays on questions which I am not at the moment competent to answer. So what do I do? I sit down and explain why education is useless, of course. "

Only glad because I struggled with that assignment and was unable to complete it, and I've always considered her so much smarter than me, at least more driven (and by what force, I WISH I knew) I was sure that she had sailed through it. Though her doubt of competence may be based on things other than knowledge, it was a comfort. When she and I discussed it today I realized that my other two writing classes were deliciously drawn out. The first, which was an intro class each paper slowly built on the previous. You also had two weeks for each paper, and were strongly encouraged to consult the professor and peer edit. Tracey's class was similar. Paper's did not build on each there, but we did have the option to re-write, and were encouraged to solicit help from both her and our peers. We also had about 2 weeks to get it done, from topic proposal to completion. The two essays we were assigned were as heavy as any topic I was given in Tracey's class and we were given the prompt Friday, and it was due Monday at noon. Ex. #1 thinks that perhaps I add to the problem by over-analyzing, and looking too deep, which I have been known to do before, but I don't really think was possible on this test.

I have begun to quit my job. I mentioned it to the guy who is one step above me last night, and will leave my boss a letter today. I think I have decided to go back to the restaurant, I ate there tonight and they really need someone. Plus it is so close to home, it would SERIOUSLY cut down on the miles I put on my car. It is frightening to know now that I do not have a job that will transfer when I move. I have NEVER been UNEMPLOYED - not since I turned sixteen and started working. At least if I am working in a restaurant here I'll be refreshed on how that all works, and will feel more comfortable going into another one when I need a job in Dallas.