An empty coffee cup and my notes for my critical essay on The Tragedy of Mariam by Elizabeth Cary. I have crippling critical essay fear, to the point where I have nothing but self-doubt and I question my abilities to be an English Major. My word nerd status means everything to me, but I do completely freak out when it comes to essay time. Thankfully my professor, who is also my mentor, is well versed in talking me off of ledges, but I wanna be one of those people who can whip out a critical essay without breaking a sweat.
Goals.














