Beginnings and Endings

I just finished the last paper I will ever write (excluding my comps, of course) for the very first professor I had in grad school. His class my first semester of my MA made me cry every week, from frustration, lack of knowledge, and, most of all, his kindness, which made me feel ever worse for sucking so bad.

Now I'm one of his "best" students, and, while this paper isn't my best work by any stretch, I feel like the things I agonized over 3 years ago couldn't even compare, and part of that was because of all the crying. Things tend to look better once you're through them, and this certainly does.

I still have a research paper to write (and research...ooops) but I'm forever done with small papers! Hoozah!