Last fall, I worked. A lot. I was pulling 40 hour weeks for the first time in my life.
You know what I learned?
Being on your feet for 40 hours a week is REALLY tiring.
Basically, I slept between work. Constantly. I didn't have a life and I didn't write. I didn't apply for grad school. I didn't do anything I wanted to do.
Except paid bills. I liked those paychecks.
So I decided I needed to focus. And school was focusing.
I would take a writing class.
While I don't see it as a mistake, I don't think I should have taken a 200 level writing course at my community college.
These kids are amateurs.
So amateur that I only receive really good comments from my professor and one other guy in the class who is taking this as seriously as I am.
I really miss Bailey being my editor.