She's the girl who sits and watches while others live a charmed life. The girl loves to write but doesn't know if she's any good at it. She loves rainbow sprinkled ice cream on a rainy day. She loves to take walks with the wind blowing. Giggling should be made a career. She tells you her secrets in not so many words.
The warmth of freshly printed pages never gets old no matter how many times you attempt an assignment. To think your words, the one you rehearsed repeatedly in your head over the last month are the same words you see transforming 18 pages of clean white sheets into a thick bind with your name printed at the very top.
This is what you stayed up until 5am for. This is the reason you had to watch a delayed episode of Grey's. And forgo multiple meals with the family.
Yes, one major assignment is done. And for a lecturer that functions only by two terms; perfection and passion.
Another one's due in two weeks.
I'm trying to bribe the mind with the 'assignment-done-satisfaction' to get things going. But of course, this can only mean more locked doors, appetite loss and under-the-door-notes.