rough draft
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That’s what I’ve got in front of my right now, where there should be a paper of four to six pages in length on a pattern of langauge in The Canterbury Tales. Blurred perspective and all. You can’t quite make out the tear stains though. Seriously, I challenge each and every one of you to just go ahead and try to match my record for number of administrative offices cried in while enrolled at Mount Holyoke. Today, I knocked my quota up to an estimated eight to ten. And I’m branching out in genre, too – not to leave International staff wanting for tears, I cried in the Global Initiatives Office tonight, approximately twenty seconds before they closed. Beat that!
Okay, really, I’m not proud. It’s exhausting, inelegant, and very inconvenient, not to mention wet and blotchy, to be trailing tears across campus. There is only one way to put an end to my Grand Tear Tour; something will just have to work out the way I want it to. Something, anything, preferably my study abroad plans, but really, anything will do at this point. Can you tell that things have been complicated? Frustration…
Quote of the day: “Afraid of change, afraid of staying the same,when temptation calls, we just look away.” – Barenaked Ladies
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