Can't Think of a Title So....

This essay we're writing now is much easier than the last. The last essay I was searching and searching for a way to link myself to a character. This one is just easier because I don't have to do some soul searching to write the paper. So, I have a draft and I'll just bring what I have to class on Friday and finish it up this weekend. I really need to start reading the novel. I'm scrambling for time to do everything I need to do. I sure know 5 classes won't be a choice for fall semester. Now that I think about it, I'm almost embarrassed by my last essay. It conveniently was assigned while I was at the peak of a stressful point and I feel like I just used it as a vent session.

Procrastination at it's Finest

So I'm sitting here about to write my paper (I know, procrastination at it's finest), and I can't think of anything to write about. I know this isn't a blog in response to reading, but we haven't really read anything this week. Wednesday I'm not sure what we did, I went to class and left before it started because of an emergency. There was no class Friday, instead there was optional conferences. I should have gone so maybe I wouldn't be having this problem right now but so much is going on in life it's hard to keep up. I'm re-reading stories just to see if there's the slightest similarity between me and one of the characters. Wish me luck, I'll be up all night.

I'm still trying to figure out which character to relate myself to. I'm not sure who will be seeing our narratives and most of these characters have pretty personal things going on, so it wouldn't really be anything I'd want someone to read about me. I still haven't read the story due by tomorrow. I started the novel and I just can't seem to get into it. Reading is not my friend in any class this semester. I felt sorry for the woman in The Hills Like White Elephants. I feel like she let the man control her life when it's not the decision she wanted to make. We've all been pressured by someone in one way or another to do something we don't want to do and it's a miserable feeling. I can't imagine how a man could pressure a woman into making such a huge decision so quick.