I Procrastinate Writing by Writing on This Blog

         I often ask myself why I write. Why do I find the act of writing rewarding? Why do I constantly search for things to write about? What is it about me that is drawn to writing and reading rather than numbers and elements?
         In the trenches of 9th week, a version of that question repeats itself angrily in my head:

 Why the hell do you like to write? 

         The biggest obstacles between me and spring break are the two papers I have to write for Intro to Judaism (Disclaimer: this class is harder than I expected, believe me). They are kicking my ass. I stare at the computer screen blankly, wishing I could fast forward to the part where I turn in what I think is a fantastic paper. There is that dreadful question of if you'll ever have something to get on the page or if writer's block will persist for days. 
         This is what makes me question my affinity for writing and my probable humanities major. Writing is painful, all-consuming, and excruciating. Writing just plain sucks. Ask any writer, professional and not. Right now, I'm questioning why I write. I know in two weeks I'll be back on track, loving the end result, loving the expression, loving the beauty of organizing words and ideas on a page. In two weeks, I'll be in sunny California with that romantic feeling towards writing. I'll say the process is not too bad and definitely worth it. I'll again be the Leah that told Rebecca Schuman to shove it just a few months ago. 
         But right now? Well, I'm considering an Econ major.