No one was with her when she died

How appropriate that this will be my 100th post. I'm feeling particularly sentimental tonight. Tomorrow marks the official start of finals' week. And, as usual, I have left all of my reading to the very last weekend. This plan is usually never problematic, as I am an excellent reader. But it was clearly not a good idea for this semester. 18 units of literature is a lot to catch up on in one weekend. And I have been weeping all day because I left all of my children's literature (the easy stuff) for me to work on at the very last moment of the very last day. Very bad idea. The reading for this class included things like Walk Two Moons and Charlotte's Web. What nonsense, I can't believe this. I mean books like this really puts the "dying" in "studying." After storming through about 300 pages of Walk Two Moons and telling myself that I can't possibly tolerate another death, I plow through 200 pages of Charlotte's Web only to find out that Charlotte dies! What is the matter with everyone! Why do we bother telling children about Santa Claus and making up stories about where babies come from if we're going to write stories like this? Stories that will make ADULTS cry! And Wilbur is really ridiculously sensitive and irrational. He cried maybe 100 times in 200 pages.