The Statute of Limitations Must Have Run Out By Now
I think I can admit this now without serious fear of prosecution. When I was attending university, Sandra and I were married. We had no money and rent to pay. I had a classmate (Hi George. Wonder what you're up to now.) who had a hot car and lived in the best (OK, not so much but still the best) hotel in this smallish university city. And, as a mark of incredible sophistication for the time, he drank red wine that had an actual name.
What George didn't have was a lot of attention to his actual schoolwork. He almost always found himself with an essay due in a week, no idea how to start it, let alone do it or complete it, and no inclination to find out.
So, over a glass of named red wine - in the middle of the day no less - he asked if I could 'help' him with his essay. "Help" meaning write it for him. For $50. Not exactly a princely sum even for the time, but a welcome amount.
So, I wrote that one and many more following that one. I got so I could actually write to the grade level he wanted - usually a "B". "Don't make it too good" he'd say.
It was an assignment. I got the "B" he wanted and got the essay to him on time. By nature, I am inclined to demand an "A" of myself. And, as an executive in a past life, I learned how to meet deadlines at the same time. It may also be a personality disorder.
I tell you all this only because I just missed my deadline on my newspaper article assignment and, while I am finally making progress and it may turn out to be an "A" in my own head, it won't be exactly what was asked for.
I am simultaneously grateful for the opportunity to do this work and angry with myself for not meeting my 'deadline' standard. My sponsor and editor said "OK".
Now I absolutely have to get an "A".
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