...I've got 'em bad. They come in waves of thoughts like "I have absolutely no idea what I am talking about so how can I possibly write a paper about this subject?" Of all the things about school--serious school--this is the one thing I hope to get better at--not freaking out when faced with doing the real work of the academy. This is the business that makes for intellectual growth--it shouldn't surprise me that it's actually really difficult laborious work. I will get better at it. I must get better at it.
On a lighter note: shh, don't tell Tina, but I really like the chilly weather. I like the brisk walks, the warm clothes, the beenie caps. When chilly becomes bitter cold, I may change my story. And I don't like how my desk downstairs is right next to the patio, floor to ceiling windows and door. My fingers get so cold, I have to put on my cool new fingerless gloves (with attached mitten coverings). It is an undisputed fact that typing with mittens on is just plain less-effective.