Where for art thou, English Passion?

One paper down, one to go!
I finally finished my paper on Romeo and Juliet, and for the first time all semester, I'm actually pretty pleased with my work. It's not superfantastic, but I think it's pretty good.

It's crazy how different college is from high school. In high school, I would get done with a big paper or an essay, proofread it, and think, "Dang I'm good!" Then, I would get the paper back with an A+, and repeat the same words again. I always loved my writing like a proud Momma loves her children.

Well, apparently that changed once I enrolled in Comp II. My professor is great, but sometimes I think she's impossible to please, and she hasn't yet given us any input on our work, or even given us back our old papers. About a month ago, I wrote a paper themed on insecurity of girls based on two short stories. I thought, "Man, I work at Brookhill. I'm an expert on insecurity. I'll knock this outta the water." Well, by the time I had sent in my second draft, I was sick of the stupid paper, and I still have no idea how I did on it.

For the past month or so, I've gotten so burnt out on English and writing, which is NOT cool, considering it's the backbone of my major. However, yesterday, my professor told me and two other people to see her after class, where she informed us that because we so darn good and put forth so much effort, we had been exempt from all further discussion question homework for the semester, and we would recieve 100% for that portion of our grade.
Sweet.
Maybe I'm not in such a rut after all.
I had no itention for this post to be so long.
I guess I'm just really enthusiastic to NOT be writing stylistically, or about how Romeo and Juliet are ignorant fools.
It's nice.

Well, now that I've written 6 pages on tragic young death, I'm off to write 10 pages about genocide in Africa...even more uplifting.