Still Alive
Jun. 7th, 2010 02:05 pmOh my god, this weekend. I'm did the math last night (or, rather, ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
colourofsaying did the math for me, because I was rambling and useless) and between Thursday and Sunday I got a grand total of about 15 hours of sleep, none of it in intervals longer than about two to three hours. This would be because of my soul-crushing evil demon bastard of a final paper for my Shakespeare class. I haven't hit a wall that badly in a while - I knew what I wanted to write about, I even knew how I wanted to structure the arguments in my paper, but every time I sat down and tried to actually write it I just...couldn't. No matter how much I was freaking out about the deadline and my grade and fucking up my good progress this year, when I looked at the page my mind was totally blank. REALLY REALLY FRUSTRATING.
But I finally got my act more or less together yesterday and sent the finished paper off to my prof at like 6 in the morning with an appropriately contrite email (since the due date was Friday). And then I had to resend it this morning because it was the wrong file format or something, but her reply email just said she needed it as a PDF, it didn't say "No, it's too late, I'm not going to grade it and you fail Shakespeare forever" so whatever, I don't give a fuck.
Luckily the two finals I have left are slightly less horrendous (I'm actually looking forward to my AmLit final, which has a creative response option as one of prompts), so I might make it through the next two days alive. But, uh, don't expect to see much of me until I'm back in New Mexico this weekend. Reading everyone's posts about Doctor Who is making me sad, I haven't even had a chance to download the new episode, let alone watch it. But it's at the top of my list for as soon as I'm done/home. ALONG WITH SLEEPING FOR FUCKING EVER.
colourofsaying did the math for me, because I was rambling and useless) and between Thursday and Sunday I got a grand total of about 15 hours of sleep, none of it in intervals longer than about two to three hours. This would be because of my soul-crushing evil demon bastard of a final paper for my Shakespeare class. I haven't hit a wall that badly in a while - I knew what I wanted to write about, I even knew how I wanted to structure the arguments in my paper, but every time I sat down and tried to actually write it I just...couldn't. No matter how much I was freaking out about the deadline and my grade and fucking up my good progress this year, when I looked at the page my mind was totally blank. REALLY REALLY FRUSTRATING. But I finally got my act more or less together yesterday and sent the finished paper off to my prof at like 6 in the morning with an appropriately contrite email (since the due date was Friday). And then I had to resend it this morning because it was the wrong file format or something, but her reply email just said she needed it as a PDF, it didn't say "No, it's too late, I'm not going to grade it and you fail Shakespeare forever" so whatever, I don't give a fuck.
Luckily the two finals I have left are slightly less horrendous (I'm actually looking forward to my AmLit final, which has a creative response option as one of prompts), so I might make it through the next two days alive. But, uh, don't expect to see much of me until I'm back in New Mexico this weekend. Reading everyone's posts about Doctor Who is making me sad, I haven't even had a chance to download the new episode, let alone watch it. But it's at the top of my list for as soon as I'm done/home. ALONG WITH SLEEPING FOR FUCKING EVER.