So worries do turn into something beautiful...

Yeah, so that short story I had been freaking about turned out really really good. No technical errors and a few other minor things to edit before it's submission ready. I've been reading through everyone's critique and they keep commenting on silly things, like the setting. The place is real people! I lived there for six years and have traveled back and forth countless times after that! Anyways, yeah. But that made me smile the whole day until I got the e-mail back from my prof about my thesis book choice and I was told I couldn't do it because it basically wasn't a traditional book. Whateva. Now she wants me to do two books tied to Jane Eyre because they owe something to it. Whatever-I don't have time to read three books for a stupid twenty page paper. And what would I argue? Everyone knows these books have something relating them to Jane Eyre. I don't care.

Anyways, yeah, college at this level sucks, especially as an English major. Next semester starts my senior year and then...graduate school! Woot. Not really,

Okay, rant over or whatever this is.
Redhead out.
Peace.
:D