And my emails...do mine change? What will I announce?

I'm currently avoiding my paper. Something about writing a paper for a grade just doesn't suit me. I want to write it and be creative, to say things in new ways, to come up with new structures. Parallelisms that are unparalleled.

I explained how I saw the cycle of gender injustice---it begins pre-birth and ends after death, if at all. "I'll divide it by age, ask the appropriate questions, explore the pain of the issue, my position, the pros and cons, and then move to the next stage of life. So on and so forth. Aren't you impressed at my ingenuity?"

"It's a great idea," Alek said, "but you'll have a hard time getting all your points. They're going to look for this point then that point then that one. It may sabotage your grade."

Ah what's in a grade? Would a paper smell as sweet by the end of the day? And why is it that I've become even more the quiet rebel...why is it that it seems as though my weaknesses are magnified here?

Perhaps it's like a mom looking for a sliver in her child's foot. Show me my slivers so I can take them out. I want to be whole. I want to be me. I want to walk without a limp.