Last night (well really in the wee hours of the morning, but why quibble?) I stayed up writing my first 5 page paper for the class. It was a complete struggle, and after every paragraph I grumbled about dropping the damned class. But somehow I felt like if I dropped the class after a page, it’d be like I was admitting defeat! Like I was incapable of writing a stupid essay. So I finished it and turned it in. But I’m still thinking about dropping the class cos I hate writing and summer classes are so abbreviated, and a five page essay every week is a hecka lot! Except now I kinda feel like I already spent all that time writing that essay. Gaaaaaaah! Still, knowing that I can drop this class any time makes me feel better. Or something. And I know I can’t seem to talk about anything but this, and it’s getting boring, but it feels like school and work are consuming my life right now, so it’s not like I have anything better to talk about.