Today’s the 29. I can’t believe it’s the end of February already. “At least you got an extra day this semester,” my mom said. I’m guessing she meant “to do work.”
Because that makes so much difference.
In two weeks, I’ll be on Spring Break, and after blinking about three times, the semester will be over. I’ll be donning black-and-gold.
I’ll have some letters after my name.
Wow.
I have no idea what my life will be like in 60-some odd days. No idea.
But it’s Friday, and I have a long time between then and now. I finally have an idea for a paper with the Bear (20-odd pages, so-un-yay): Secrets in women’s writing. I’m not sure how it will work, but I’ve read a ton of short fiction by Kate Chopin, Sara Orne Jewett, Mary E. Dunbar Perkins (or something like that), and there are so many secrets within their stories.
Lyrical Fool 