I'm sitting in the library, grinning like an idiot. My day, perhaps my week, was just made by a single email from my playwriting prof. He intimidates the hell out of me (and I told him so yesterday -- which, when you think about it, is kind of counter-intuitive) because I've seen one of his plays, and I loved it. So being in his class and having him critique my writing is a bit terrifying. But (and this is where the email comes in) we turned in our first assignment yesterday, and he liked mine. This doesn't make him any less intimidating to me, but it does make me rather happy. Yay happiness.