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I'd like to know how it is I'm passing Renaissance Lit. I don't read (stopped doing that some time in September), I don't study, I don't pay attention. I'm the bored-looking chick that sits in the back and doodles in the margins of her book. Hell, for a while I was writing a short story to pass the hour and 15 minutes we're in class! And I still managed to pull off a 3.1 on my midterm.
The mind boggles. I'm guessing my GPA in that class is around 3.0. Maybe I'm not giving myself enough credit. Maybe I know this stuff better than I think. Or maybe it's Divine Intervention or something. Whatever it is, let's hope it lasts for the rest of the semester, and spills over to my other classes.
On the NaNoWriMo front, I broke 10,000 words last night. 10, 506 to be exact. I wrote a really cathartic chapter too. It was a bit hard coming up with dialog to counterbalance the stuff that the main character was saying, but I think I got it accurately. I'm writing about something really personal to me, but fictionalizing it; kind of like an autobiography but not, if that makes any sense. That's why I'm not divulging any of the plot. I'm using NaNoWriMo to help me understand a part of my past and how I'd like the future to go. It's like therapy. I don't know if I'll show the final product to anyone I'm related to, or anyone really, but it'll be something to look back on and say, "These were my feelings and hopes, they're real, and right or wrong, they're mine."
And now I must get off to class when really my bed is calling, with its oh-so warm blankets and quilts and 9 million pillows, saying, "Ter, I miss you."
A very cold and tired,
Thanks for reading,
Ter
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