Sometimes I get bored and do things like sneak tea into the computer lab. It's such a ridiculously small transgression that it is barely a transgression at all, but it's so pleasing to write the last eight lines of my paper with a hot drink.

(I really suck at conclusions.)
(My poetry professor had good things to say about my poems, but I'm pretty sure she has good things to say about everyone's poems.)
(She said I need to harness things more.)
(I can't harness things because I have no confidence in my ability to write.)