I should be working on a paper right now. Two of them, actually. I'm currently working on earning my masters in English Literature so that I can eventually teach high school english - or maybe english at a community college - or maybe get back into publishing - or maybe go get my PhD and THEN do one of those other things. I don't really know. My answer to why I'm in school changes just about every day.
In any case, I should be working on a paper. We have three questions to choose from and have to pick 2 of them and write a 5-6 page paper on each question. This should be easy for me. I was a double major in English Lit and Philosophy and the questions are on Plato and Hume (and Alexander Pope, but, honestly he was out of the running before the race even started. I don't get poetry and I'm sure as hell not going to try and interpret it for a test). But I can't get going. This isn't the parts of Plato and Hume that I care about and so it's hard to form an argument. Plus, my professor gives the impression that he really won't be ok with anything short of exceptional and that's a lot of pressure. Seriously. I don't know that I'm exceptional. I mean, I loved my philosophy classes and I can argue with you on just about any topic for any length of time, but I'm not great at writing philosophy papers. I'm not disciplined enough to edit them properly and they come out all jumbled because my brain jumped two steps ahead and my fingers never caught the stuff I jumped over. What? Exactly.
So, I'm procrastinating. I have a page written, and I think it's ok, but then I went over to Television without Pity and read the latest Charmed recap, and I had some pasta, and now I'm blogging (of all things) because I don't want to face it. However, after about a 1/2 hour of actual work and an hour of putting it off, I think it's time to buckle down. Socrates, here I come.