reading: Firestarter, by Stephen King
just finished: The Moon Is Down, by John Steinbeck
Why do I let myself get intimidated so easily? I spoke with one of my teachers today concerning my BA thesis, and every certainty, or everything I thought I knew about what I wanted to do slowly leeched out of me. I felt so frustrated sitting there, fearing that she thought I was lame. I’m a good student, I take pride in that, so it kills me to sit there in her office and not be able to assert myself, or adequately express my (many) ideas. I wish I didn’t get so tongue-tied at times.