Can't Get Me Down

I feel amazing. I finished both of my essays and turned them in, and the best part is I'm happy about both of them. I feel like I did a good job with both and I'm trying not to let my negativity show up and bring me down.

Tomorrow I get the class' input on one of them, but I have to wait until next Tuesday to find out what my other class thought about the one I like the most. It's exciting to anticipate a good review, but it's hard to push away the dread that people won't like it. I keep reminding myself that if I like it, that says a lot. I never like my work, even if everyone else does. Finally gaining my own approval is a huge step for me.

Last night, after I had turned in my assignment and left the computer lab, I got a text from a friend that he was in the hospital waiting room to get an x-ray on his foot. He had been hit by a car late last week and he was worried that he might have broken his foot.

I went over to the hospital to wait with him, and it turned out to be a pretty decent night. I could have done without the extra couple hours the hospital staff made us wait unnecessarily, but he and I always seem to find things to talk about so it was cool. After finishing my papers, I was really happy to hang out with him. He's one of the most supportive people in my life when it comes to writing. He recently discovered that he loves to write, and it's generally agreed that he's pretty darn good at it. We both dream of being published some day, but instead of competing with each other to see who's best, we try to push each other to be the best we can be. I've gotta say, I'm very thankful to have him in my life.