I got a stack of my papers back in class yesterday. Re-reading them, I had the strangest sensation– I liked what I was reading. For the longest time, I've been dissatisfied with my prose. After all the rewriting and polishing I could do, I knew it was as good as I could make it, but it never felt good enough. But these recently-written papers? I liked them.

So either my writing is getting better, or my critical facilities are becoming numb. I'm not trying to fish for compliments here, I'm just making an observation about the workings of my mind. Also, as these blog posts are written in haste, they do not reflect the quality of prose that I would turn in for grading.

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