My buddy, Jeremy, came over last night. It was nice because we have not had a good chance to visit in a long time. He has been extremely busy with school, and I have been busy trying to plan my wedding to the greatest man ever. Jeremy asked if I would please read an essay that he had written for his Political Studies class and let him know what I thought of it.

Being a high school teacher, I have read hundreds of term papers, so he wanted my take on his. I told him that the expectations between high school and university students were very different, but I would be happy to give it a go. That was all he wanted, so he brought it over. I read through it and I told him that I thought it was absolutely brilliant.

He was always very nervous when it came to writing research papers. I remember him being the exact same way when we were in high school. I reassured him that he had nothing to worry about, even though it was worth forty percent of his final grade. That made him happy and then we had the pleasure of visiting long into the night. I really missed him.