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OH God! What a week. Last Thursday, I had an rough draft of an essay due in my class on Greek and Roman Medicine. I got it back on Monday. Expecting some mild to moderate criticism, I was stunned to find that my professor essentially told me that my paper was bad and I should feel bad. After scrapping my initial topic for one that was more in line with what she wanted (from attitudes of Hippocratic writers toward women to Hippocratics as atheistic priest-healers), I spent the next few days in agony, struggling to make my thoughts coherent and put them down in a way that made sense outside of my head. I worried myself to tears over page count, since she was way more strict about the number of pages than I am accustomed to professors being. Finally, as of an hour ago, it's finished. Now, I can look forward to a spring break where I recover what little sanity I ever could claim to possess.