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So I'm Still Alive
Dec. 10th, 2009 12:38 am I had a minor meltdown today - there was only one section I had left to rewrite on my short story before I emailed it to my professor, but it would. not. work. I swear I restarted it five different times and hated every single word. So there is a block of my IM log with hanjuuluver now that is just me swearing, in all caps, for two hours straight, while she talks about chemistry, and a barely noticeable dent where I threw one of my books at the wall. But I finally got it sorted more or less to my satisfaction and emailed it to my prof only a couple hours after my deadline, so I'm counting that as a win.
Tomorrow I'm revising my last essay for my AmLit class, which should be relatively painless compared to writing the damned thing in the first place. And then I'll be done for the term yay! It's strange - I've been watching all the freshmen freak out about their SLE final (which is so easy compared to our year that I want to laugh at them), and it's making me realize how comparatively not crazy I am this term. Like, I'm stressed out, obviously, because HELLO FINALS. But I'm still checking my email account. And sleeping. And eating. And I aside from a close moment this afternoon where I was shouting swear words into a pillow, I haven't really freaked out, or started crying or anything. Which has not been the cases in terms past. Man, I knew declaring was going to be a load off my mind, but I didn't think it was going to magically transport me to the land of rainbows and puppies and unicorns and actually being sane.
Speaking of the freshmen, I accidentally converted one of them to Supernatural by showing him pictures of Misha Collins. Oops? But he is totally a man after my own heart; I can already tell, from his expression while I was rambling at him about the third season, that he's going to be a Dean Boy, bless him.
Tomorrow I'm revising my last essay for my AmLit class, which should be relatively painless compared to writing the damned thing in the first place. And then I'll be done for the term yay! It's strange - I've been watching all the freshmen freak out about their SLE final (which is so easy compared to our year that I want to laugh at them), and it's making me realize how comparatively not crazy I am this term. Like, I'm stressed out, obviously, because HELLO FINALS. But I'm still checking my email account. And sleeping. And eating. And I aside from a close moment this afternoon where I was shouting swear words into a pillow, I haven't really freaked out, or started crying or anything. Which has not been the cases in terms past. Man, I knew declaring was going to be a load off my mind, but I didn't think it was going to magically transport me to the land of rainbows and puppies and unicorns and actually being sane.
Speaking of the freshmen, I accidentally converted one of them to Supernatural by showing him pictures of Misha Collins. Oops? But he is totally a man after my own heart; I can already tell, from his expression while I was rambling at him about the third season, that he's going to be a Dean Boy, bless him.