They're Trying to Kill Me But They'll Never Succeed

I wrote a term paper until 3:30 this morning. A sociology term paper. On the extremely mundane topic of the effects of European colonization on the First Nations peoples of Canada. Because that isn't a topic that hasn't been overdone. But it was the assigned topic, so I wrote about it - ad infinitum it seems.

I have a cold in full glory at the moment. I'm hacking and coughing, blowing my nose every ten seconds, and my voice is still rather deep and gravelly - it cracks all the time, and sometimes all I can do is whisper. Let me just say how pleasant it was to wake up to all of that after only 4 and a half hours of sleep last night. I'm a little brain dead today to say the least.

But, as I sat at my computer, and 2 am had come and gone, I kept telling myself that I have only one more term paper to write this semester (and it will be a much better topic). Then five final exams over a week and a half or so. And after that, no one can make me write about anything I don't want to write about for at least a year. Because December 20th is freedom day baby! On December 20th I write my last final exam of my undergraduate degree, and I will be done!

And let me tell you - I have some good ideas of stuff to write about once I don't have people making me write about overdone topics like how negatively colonization affected the First Nations peoples. Good stuff to come people. Good stuff to come.