I don't know "windy" or "outside" so you get a bastardized version of French. :) Have a nice day.

So I had my first meeting with my honors professor today about my paper.
Dr. S: "So I thought you were going to talk about X."
Devan: "Well I'll talk a little about that, but is something that I noticed and wanted to write about..."
Dr. S: "THAT! WHAT YOU JUST SAID! THAT WAS SMART!"
Devan: "Wait...wait wait what did I say? Nooooeeessss!!!!"

But he told me that he was happy that I was writing on poetry, as I had pages of analysis (syllable counts, rhyme schemes, symbols, diction, etc.) and I doubt he gets many people who tear apart poems like a former AP English kid. It made me feel kind of special.

On another note, I'll be re-writing this paper all night and hopefully I don't get another C. I can safely say, however, that I understand Dickinson much more than Voltaire. It must be that female thing. But what is there to not get in a poem about marriage and girlhood? *Shrugs*

Oh and my pink eye is gone. I should go and purchase some hand sanitizer, seeing as I've been using ASU's computers to print off everything....and apparently people get itchy.

Grooooosssss.....