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I have an assignment this week for my narrative writing class that I do not feel like doing. I began working on it Sunday, while watching the Phillies game, and decided that I was a major baseball fan and therefore could not work on my writing assignment.  I had to watch the game, which was like watching paint drip down the walls and being unable to roll it out because you were tied up, a hostage to bad painting practices.  Yesterday afternoon, I planned to work on the assignment, but spent a large chunk of time writing four press summaries for four upcoming Emerging Infectious Disease journal articles. The EID Journal is published by the CDC (yeah, that CDC!) and they hired me in August to support their communications. I spent much of the day trying not to cry because the academic to regular, normal writing translation felt like I was translating Greek to mandarin  (neither of which I speak). I spent so much time pitching myself as the translator of jargon to land this work, but when