March has arrived and I still don't have a cho dan paper that I'm satisfied with.

I was making progress a few weeks ago. In fact, for awhile my paper was sitting on the bed side table and I'd write and edit a bit each night.

Then I lost my motivation, again. I went a couple of nights without doing any writing or editing. The paper wound up getting covered by some other reading materials.

When it surfaced again, I decided to move it to the floor by the bed. My thinking was, if I had to step on it or over it every day I'd be less inclined to put off finishing the thing.

Instead of picking it up, it has slowly edged its way over to the floor beside the dresser.

If I step on it, I get a sinking feeling in my stomach.

This paper is looming over my conscience like some dark, storm cloud.

The paper itself is long enough. It needed to be 5 pages and it is close to 6 and a quarter. I've also covered all the required topics. Having said that, I know it could stand to feel the edge of a sharp editor's knife.

The last time I read through it, I worried that I'd made the thing too personal. I think it contains too much reflection on my internal workings. I also think I've included too much analysis of my instructors.

The problem is, I don't know how to clean the thing up and still have it make sense.

My fear is that I need to start from scratch.

I'm also beginning to wonder and to worry about how much time I have before Sa Bom Nim asks about the paper.

On the up side of things, Lefty hasn't turned in her paper yet either. So at least I'm not a lone slacker.