Term Paper!

Last night in Dreamland, I had a term paper due. I loved the class, I was interested in the subject, and the professor was really cool, but still I had procrastinated. The paper was due by midnight; I could submit it on-line, but still I had to research and write it.
[Miss Goody-Two-Shoes Karen had finished hers and was flying to someplace cool, of course!]

To my friends who are professors, I must apologize. I was your worse nightmare in Dreamland. I asked to be allowed to work on my paper at my professor's house. Then, I couldn't remember the two questions that had to be answered in the body of the paper. Then, I moved stuff around in her house, and ate a lot of her food.

I did write the start of the paper while still in Dreamland:  "My mom said I could be anything I wanted to be, but until we women had access to birth control and reproductive health services, including abortion, my mom would be wrong."

After writing that and thinking it was pretty darn good, I remembered that our professor had also given us a list of words; 50 of them had to be included in our term paper. I had to track down that list!
The professor saw this as an opening, and threw me out of her house (she didn't even offer a copy of the word list to me). By that time, Karen was on the plane, and I couldn't call her. Time was running out--where could I get that list???

And, as it always ends in Dreamland, I woke up.