and/or i wish my mother could write my paper. if that were the case, then i wouldnt have to write it, and this paper would be done. not only that, but it would even be fun to read as it rambled around its own thoughts, making meaningful (sometimes kind of random) observations, then tying them all together in the end to make a deeply profound conclusion about God or life or the world in general or some combination of the three. it would make you laugh, or cry, or think critically about something. anything. she would find joy in the challenge of having nine different opinions to summarize in 900 words or less. she wouldnt be so easily distracted by the sunshine and her friends playing frisbee outside (ok maybe i do get my love of sunshine and propensity for distraction from her a lil bit) but eventually, she would write the stupid paper. she would make the best of it. she would have something to say. it would be something good.
i've got nothin.
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But I don't know a thing about urban hydrology or fluid mechanics, so unless your paper is on PBS shows from the 80's and 90's you're on your own. I will, of course, pray for you to have abundant grace of expression.
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