upon finishing an essay

I write too much. Again, I was asked for two pages double-spaced (this is common in Yamashita's class), and again I write five pages. Well, four and a half, but it's close enough. The last time I did this, he made a comment about it being the thickest paper in existence. I said 'not exactly', he smirked, I think he's going to find out that five is common for me like I told him.

Four and three quarters. I correct myself. Even more impressive, I did not fill it out with quotes. This is all me just randomly talking without any textual support.

I did warn him, though, and I did apologize, so...

Eh, what am I talking about? I want another A, darn it, but I know I don't have a chance unless I don't actually try for it - unless I just give up and write randomly what comes into my head. And then order it a bit, look pretty, yadda yadda.

You know, he complemented me on my last paper for its organization? I don't remember organizing it. I think I just wrote.

Guess it's just all those in-class essays I got used to in high school, huh?

...

I am crazy. Crazy, crazy, crazy to be doing stuff like this. Crazy, too, for considering taking another of his classes next semester. A seminar at that. Once a week, for two and a half hours at a time. Gah.

warning

If you can help it, don't get into the habit of coughing.

I did. There was no particular reason, except that occasionally when I'd breathe in it would tickle a little, and so I'd let myself cough. Not smart, let me tell you. I wound up having coughing fits over and over again as I tried to get to sleep - hard enough that my mouth and throat felt streaked with pain, hot and numb everywhere else, hard enough that it almost turned into dry heaves. Not fun.

piece no. 5 cont. again

This is working itself up to be an actual piece of fanfiction - a long piece.

But first, I need:

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