We have to write a lot of essays and I love it - the twisting of words, the molding of nouns and verbs until thoughts are clear and paragraphs sit symmetrical and idealized.
Iβll write a paper, and scowling, write another version and another - lavishing them with attention until every word is perfect.
I miss handing in papers though - paper is substantial, not virtual and even if a paper wasnβt well received at least you took a tree down with you.
βYou have to hand in an essay each weak, 2000 wordsβ the professors say. The class groans, but I smile.