The End of Semester Grind.  This year it is brutality of fingers on laptop swinging a million miles a second. It seems.  Here I am racing the clock to get this particular paper done in time to drop of the essay by my professor's house, which I don't think is going to happen before she gets home.  This week has resulted in the production of nearly thirty pages so far, working on the next set of ten, and then there is ten more to work on after today which I am saving to work on AFTER my French exam tomorrow.

All I can think about at this point is how much I want Friday to come, Friday....sweet Friday. This particular Friday meaning that the term is over and I can rejoice.  Friday, how you taunt me. Cruel Friday. Only two days away.