Ecstastic about essays?

I have a quiz today. And a presentation on Wednesday, and a book to finish by tomorrow, and a bunch of statistical regressions to run for tomorrow, and a large linguistics assignment for Wednesday. Did I mention I'm in college?

Lucky for me, that's practically nothing compared to the average college student, since none of my classes have real tests (humanities for the win!). None of them have real finals either, which means that I get to leave on May 8th, a whole two weeks before many others get to. Unfortunately, I don't get off the hook that easily, and I have 6 papers to write in the next month. Some people look at that and say I'm lucky. Others say they're sorry for me. I consider myself to fall into the former category. Why?

Paper-writing can
Really be enjoyable
If you make it that

I really don't mind writing essays, because I tend to enjoy writing the ones I write (which consequentially leads to good grades). It's all a question of topic-selection and choosing something that you're truly interested in. This year I've written papers comparing Merlin and Gandalf, discussing the separation of church and state in U.S. government (something I thought to write about myself), analyzing a single song of Mika's, explaining why translating poems loses their beauty, commenting on the rising (yes, rising) popularity of jazz in popular music, giving a history of the vibraphone, and comparing the lexiconal differences in the works of Tolkien and J.K. Rowling. Overall, I have had fun writing all of these (although my iTunes play-count on Mika's "Lollipop" is a little higher than I would like).

So please, don't take pity on me for having to write a ton of essays. If anything, simply take pity on the small time frame I have in which to do them.