Dream Come True

My brain imploded from working too hard. I guess I'll never work again. Sigh. Oh well.

Today went swimmingly. I got a paper back in my creative nonfiction class. I did well. I was asked to read my piece in front of the class. At first I was very excited by the prospect, because I had hoped the prof lady would single me out to do that very thing (quite the wild fantasy life I have). Then I actually had to stand up in front of the class and read my work aloud. That was less fun than the getting chosen part. And here I'd hoped to have a turn-brain-switch-off kind of day. But noooooooo, there I stood trying to do different voice inflections for the characters and trying to properly emphasize the right words in each sentence. My brain almost went on strike.

After that, I chilled at Barnes and Noble until it was time to trek to ad fic class. Luckily there was no real thought required for that class. Nope, just listening to the prof man spout off statements he considers to be general truths about my generation that never seem to apply to me. I must be doing something wrong.