' Words Words Words...

...that's all we have to go on.' - Hamlet
(Or was it Rosencrantz and Guildernstern? I forgot.)

Received a big brown envelope in the mail today, with my name scrawled in colourful highlighters, with a little pink heart just above the last letter. (I did it myself, silly me) My essay! I know myself too well to deny the disappointment from dropping a grade, but... well, I deserve it. In fact! It's quite a relief, just that this devil called Expectations loves to tease me.

So this officially marks the end of one of my favourite classes. Despite all the seemingly endless writing, rewriting, and more rewriting, it was a class that made me feel just a bit like the days in HC Humanz still existed, fully understand why we called Mr Burge The Divine One and gave me some friends.

Above all, it illuminated the fact that words can give so much, but I just don't have the gift of words. (And I realized that right words and perfect words have nothing to do with each other.)