Papers. Papers, papers, papers.
People generally tell me, "Well...at least you're improving your writing." They can never understand how worn out wrists gets writing numerous notes for an English class, the fatigue your fingers get wearing down hundreds of computer keys to finish an exercise due mere hours away!
I must have picked the wrong semester to be an English major, because all I'm taking is English classes, with the exception of a General education course that requires a paper every week. It gets so frustrating when my free time is reduced because I literally have to turn in a paper every day. I thank the heavens that my body still functions from the demands of my professors.
There was really no other major I could fulfill. The path I took was...inevitable.
People generally tell me, "Well...at least you're improving your writing." They can never understand how worn out wrists gets writing numerous notes for an English class, the fatigue your fingers get wearing down hundreds of computer keys to finish an exercise due mere hours away!
I must have picked the wrong semester to be an English major, because all I'm taking is English classes, with the exception of a General education course that requires a paper every week. It gets so frustrating when my free time is reduced because I literally have to turn in a paper every day. I thank the heavens that my body still functions from the demands of my professors.
There was really no other major I could fulfill. The path I took was...inevitable.





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