I got out!

I finished my monster of a paper. It was quite miraculous.

The assignment was essentially three papers in one. Granted, they were three short papers, but I still had to come up with three different ideas, and I was struggling to even find one. I finished the first third yesterday and it took me most of the day. I was happy when I had it done, but I was still concerned because I figured that the part I had finished was going to be the easiest and I knew I had to write the other two harder thirds today, with less available time, and I still had no idea what I was going to do.

I was praying. A lot.

I wrote the second third this afternoon in about 2 and a half hours. That's from the moment I got the idea to the point when I typed the last word. I never write that fast. Ever. For someone who likes to write and does it often, I am a terribly slow writer. I was amazed.

But I still had the last third to do, and I was figuring that it was going to be the hardest.

This evening, after dinner, I sat down and started brainstorming. For quite a while nothing came. If I hadn't have been so focused, my level of concern probably would have started rising. But I was determined. And finally it hit me. From that point, I had it done in two hours. It was obviously not the hardest to write.

With an additional 30 minutes I fixed a few problems, tied-up some loose ends, listed my works cited, etc., and then I was completely done. It was a miracle.

God was helping me. All the praying I had been doing for days paid off. I'm still amazed.

Now with that being said, I'm not exactly sure how worthy of reading the monster is. Just because I came up with ideas doesn't mean that they were good ideas. And just because I got something down on paper doesn't mean that it's any good either. I just asked God to give me something, I didn't say it had to be a good something. Maybe I should have done that. We'll see what my professor has to say. And thankfully, if it's awful, I will have to chance to fix it. She's cool like that.

One thing's for sure, I will never forget The Vagina Monologues. I'm also pretty sure that I've never written the word "vagina" so many times in my life, nor will I probably ever again. You can also bet that I'm going to be selling the book as soon as this class is over and if I never see it again, I'll be perfectly content.

The next book we're reading in this class is The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Mark Twain is much more my thing.