The result? A super-duper, shiny, polished beginning, a rough middle, no conclusion and one awesome ending paragraph. But at least the first ten pages are so well polished that I can see myself in them. Or as the case may be, I can't see myself in them at all.
Aside from grading and attending one last class, I'm done with spring quarter. Which would be perfectly relaxing except for the fact that I have started to prepare for a week long intensive course that I'm taking in half of a month. But nonetheless, I've still found a lot more time available to read books and write, which is all around awesome.