Wahoo!

This is the best way that I've found
to be the best you've ever seen

I love wearing a suit.
I love putting it on and feeling power just descend on my shoulders. I love clacking down the hallway in heels, and the way that the entire anthropology class turned to look at me as if I was substituting for the professor when I entered the room. I love presenting in front of people when I'm prepared and ready with a fascinating topic that should get them thinking.

What's left?
Two classes.
Add a formal bibliography to the second big paper, along with a few minor edits.
Hand in said paper and completed take-home exam.
French final.
History final.
And one. more. paper. (A fun one. A summary of data, not really a process-and-ponder paper. And I have a week to write it.)

And tonight, after I finish the formal biblio, I'm going to ignore the one. more. paper. and write some Yuletide instead! And probably reread some comfort fantasy. (Mm, Tad Williams.) In my suit.

Until I get home
And I turn back to myself
(okay, now everybody--)