Ok, so I've read part of the interview and I started falling asleep. Which was great because I'm tired, (stayed up all night) but not so great if you're trying to write an essay. Moshing through the interview, and I set it down for a second to gauge sleepiness and I feel more heart tremors coming on. I cannot do this.
I don't know what to do. There's a creeping woman in that yellow wallpaper and she wants to get out. (From "The Yellow Wallpaper," Gilman). I don't know that would give my life up for some essay, no matter how profound.
The thing is, it's not the essay. It's my professor confused about me and me doing nothing to dispel it. (not completely true, I tried talking to her during office hours and emails) It's my dad hating education. It's me promising to myself that I would do that Project #3 today and nothing else. It's my mom dropping out of her Master's degree. It's an It's not a who.
Maybe if I was writing the constitution of the United States of America,for that document was worth dying. Megan's college essay on sexism in comics. Nah.
Now I'm convincing myself I shouldn't write an essay. This essay.
New PSAs - Essays kill people more than drugs do.
I want to write an essay. This essay. It can be a who. A Gail Simone. One Megan Coker, or another person whom we must not name.
Fine, I'll deflect all essaying and project 3ing to tomorrow. I did write a thesis today. and tried to get somewhere to work on P3.
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