Last night - my favorite class. Strangely enough it's also the one that makes me the most uncomfortable. I can't get over my ridiculous need to prove myself to this professor. And last night, given the way my weekend panned out, my posting wasn't the best I had ever written. Now don't get me wrong. There were some good points in there and I didn't count the nouns or paraphrase the whole friggin story!! But it was choppy and not as well written as my usual slinging of the bull. So after the mortifying experience of reading it out loud to illustrate just how poorly written it was...he asks with his best smug concern, "Are you happy with that?" Are you happy with that?? Kind of not-so-secret code for "I think this one sucked are you aware of that?" in front of everyone. Argh!

But I was able to get through this night of ego-wounding horror because Lara waved a wonderful white piece of paper in front of me when I walked in the building. It was an acceptance letter to grad school! I was so excited for her I was in tears. It was as good as if it had happened to me!

On a kind of night that left me rethinking my career decisions because I couldn't do a critical analysis if Dr Friggin Suess correctly, I was so happy for that good news.

Of course, this morning I am writing another response to the most depressing book of the century to prove to the glib, smug prof (and to myself) that I can. Next on the list: I am Sam: A Critical Look at the Narrative Structure in Dr Suess' Green Eggs and Ham