Am I really that smart?

In Thursday's class we had to make appointments for our 'fifteen minutes of fame' with our instructor to go over our term paper (which I can't figure out what to write about). He thought that the only 'fair' way to choose was to have the student with the highest grade get first pick. Guess who was first? ME!! No, way -- how could I be the SMARTEST in the class? I've read the papers of my fellow classmates and don't feel that my writing is any bit better than there's. My teacher thinks so . . .

I'm enjoying this class immensely and realize how much I really do like to write and evidentally I'm kind of good at it. I need to find a way to clear up all the excess clutter in my life so that I can focus on writing. Lofty goal. But doable.

I registered for my next class: African American Literature. Sounds interesting. Stay tuned.