The push

Now comes the school stretch. As pleasant as Thanksgiving weekend was, there were two trips to campus for information supplies and an afternoon spent at the Goat. I had a goal of having the rough draft of my term paper done on Sunday, but it was left woefully incomplete. Yesterday I worked on it for an hour before work, and then from 5 until 10 at the office. I stayed because I kept hoping to finish and turn my attention back to the illustrations, which I've been scanning out of atlases. I STILL didn't finish.

I fairly collapsed when I got home. I thought my bike ride would give me at least a half hour of energy to work on it. Nope. Part of the problem is that I have little investment in the topic of the paper. It's really hard to write when you're not interested in the topic anymore. Don't get me wrong--the fire class has been really interesting. Writing the paper, however, has not.