was there a required post?

So heres the deal: I don't actually remember if we were assigned a required post or not. I mean out of 6 that we were supposed to do, there should have been one right? Being that i don't know if we had a required post, i certainly don't know what the topic of it was supposed to be. Following the trend of everyone else who had to make up 6 posts this week, I'll just write a post about that final project we had to do.

At the beginning of the semester, when we got our syllabus, I was excited for that digital story we would have to make. I was not looking forward to the next project listed, the 26 lies/1 truth one, but then i saw that the final project could be anything! I was certain that I would enjoy making the digital story, and way back in September I figured I would do that for the final project as well, many months later in December.

Then Thanksgiving came, and the time i DID NOT spend posting, i wasn't thinking of ideas for my project either. 

Then school started again, and I got to class with no material at all to work on my project with during class. That day, I had to resort to the last thing.

The paper.

The paper = my worst enemy.

All through high school I hated english, because we had to read boring books, and then write boring papers on them. For example, Nathaniel Hawthorne's The Scarlet Letter. What a bore. I knew that I would be able to find some better class to fulfill my college english requirement with, and I did.  On Computers! Who even knew electronic literature was out there? 

With exposure to all these cool/not cool digital formats in English class, what did i do for my final project? The last thing I would ever have to do for my last English class I would ever be forced to take? Write a stinkin' paper. Just like high school English all over again. Honors American Literature might have possibly ruined me.  I could have done something cool and creative. I used to be creative. Now I should just go bury myself in a hole or something. Go find that chick from Slice. I don't actually remember what her name was. I can't believe I let myself resort to a stinkin' paper.