History paper turned in before the start of class, made myself a promise that even if I felt insecure once the book was discussed in class I wouldn’t rewrite. Stuck to my guns; I’d mentioned most of the sections he’d brought up. Not my best paper to be sure, but not one that will be rewritten. One more paper to go on this before next week.
One class left on Monday in Creative Writing, and that’s it. Aside from the summer course science elective to make up, but that’s online. Monday then, may be my last day on campus. After four years, amazing.
New territory to explore, maybe further than six miles away.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology