February Fourth, Two Thousand and Sixteen.

My partner for a peer review in my writing class was an older woman who wrote her paper on getting back 100 extra dollars from a grocer during a time of poverty in her life, and having to return it. She told me I should swear less in my paper and be less self deprecating, but it was hard to give me too many more critiques because my paper was so good. I liked her a lot.