Hello again,

 

     Oh, I do not feel well tonight...Oh, I turned in my paper to my arch nemesis the devious and diabolical Professor V tonight and I sat through the class and I am feeling very very very upset and there was a fire drill in the middle of class and I have to write a take home final for this class that is due Thursday and I am feeling so, so, so...I do not even know how I am feeling except that my stomach is not feeling very well.  I could have not taken this class, you know.  I could have just taken an easy class that I would have learned absolutely nothing in and taken an easy "A"  OR I could have just put together a portfolio, and not have to take this class or the other one at all.

 

     I could have done that, but that is not the point.  The point is, should I have done that.  My response is, resoundingly no! 

 

     Please do not mistake me, I did not enjoy this class.  The readings were onerous.  The logic...my mind repells logic like rubber repells water.  Sitting through these classes, for me, was similar to being bound and forced to listen to Vogon poetry for two and one half hours every single week, well, every week that we met because there were a few snowdays.  Okay, we had almost half a semester of snowdays but that only made it worse because in a class that I had absolutely no bearings in

 to begin with, I spent the rest of the semester feeling like I was lost in a snowdrift...until three classes ago...and until I wrote the paper I turned in tonight...and until I heard tonights lecture on "Life, the universe and everything." 

 

     After all of that, I realized that I have come away from this place with the thing that I was searching for when I started college.  That thing, for me, that one thing that gives my life purpose and direction, I can look at it and know it for what it is now.  For me, that one thing is my words, or rather the dance that I do with them and around them and within them.  You see what I found in college is that this thing of writing, it is what gives my life meaning and value to me and had I taken the other course, I would never have put this idea together now. 

 

     So to my devious and diabolical Professor V I have this to say about that...  Yes, the other course would have been a whole lot easier, but I would have come away from it with nothing of value.  I see the value of what I have now found by taking the harder course. 

 

     'Tis a "virtuous" and "worthy" place to be.

 

     Thus, onto the final....I love a challenge, especially in writing!

 

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