Day 402: Encore
Dec. 14th, 2006 09:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nagi_schwarzUntil the madness of finals is over, entries will be short and sweet.
Can I get an encore? Working hard during the semester pays off. Not everything rests on the finals. Know how I know this? I woke myself up early to shower and study before sauntering onto campus for my mythology final. Studied with groups twice, studied on my own. Sat down in the back row with Marty, Meg, and Jacob for the last time. Chatted. Shared gum. Let Jacob borrow a pen. Then Dr. Aton rose with a handwritten sheet and began: "Here's a list of students who..."
Imagine my panic. I'm all about the last-minute panic. I'd done something wrong. Missed something somehow even though I haven't missed his class once. And then he finished: "...who are exempt from the final exam due to their stellar performance during the semester." I wasn't really surprised when he read my name, not really, but then all of us who were exempt stood up and left. I went out one door, and all the others went out the other. As I headed up the stairs I could hear them celebrating behind me and as a little sad that I wasn't celebrating with them. Then I ran into Michelle whose name had been read off even though she wasn't there, so I stopped her and told her. We cheered and whooped and danced on the spot there before I took off again.
Now I'm at home. I've been granted at least an extra hour to get things done, and get things done I shall.
This morning my muse gifted me with the entirety of my Dickens paper. But I must finish the Tvordi paper first.
Yatta!
Update (since the multiple edits were looking moronic): It is now almost half three in the afternoon. The Tvordi paper was edited, printed, and turned in before eleven. I have been plodding away at the Dickens paper ever since. Last night I watched Fitz's copy of Bladerunner to wind down my mind. Today I turned on Tomb Raider: Cradle of Life to have some background buzz while I worked. Didn't realize the dude was Gerard Butler until halfway through. Watched the end for a mental break. Did some dishes. Am barely over three (single-spaced) pages for the Dickens paper. How am I going to make this fifteen pages again? After the edits, the Tvordi paper ended up being twelve and a half. Ack. If I can get the paper done tonight I can edit it tomorrow. I realized about a third of the way through my writing that I haven't been using those obnoxious academic sources for my paper and have been inserting bits randomly. That was my length problem. I was going to attempt to pull off a minimum of fifteen pages on the basis of my own textual analysis and some Barthesian bullshit. Stupid me.
And now I desperately want to take a nap. Dammit.
Update: Went to see Christmas Carol on the Air with Megan. It was sweet. I loved it. Am further along on my paper than I expected, but wherever I am come midnight, no matter - I'm going to bed. Test at nine tomorrow as well.
Can I get an encore? Working hard during the semester pays off. Not everything rests on the finals. Know how I know this? I woke myself up early to shower and study before sauntering onto campus for my mythology final. Studied with groups twice, studied on my own. Sat down in the back row with Marty, Meg, and Jacob for the last time. Chatted. Shared gum. Let Jacob borrow a pen. Then Dr. Aton rose with a handwritten sheet and began: "Here's a list of students who..."
Imagine my panic. I'm all about the last-minute panic. I'd done something wrong. Missed something somehow even though I haven't missed his class once. And then he finished: "...who are exempt from the final exam due to their stellar performance during the semester." I wasn't really surprised when he read my name, not really, but then all of us who were exempt stood up and left. I went out one door, and all the others went out the other. As I headed up the stairs I could hear them celebrating behind me and as a little sad that I wasn't celebrating with them. Then I ran into Michelle whose name had been read off even though she wasn't there, so I stopped her and told her. We cheered and whooped and danced on the spot there before I took off again.
Now I'm at home. I've been granted at least an extra hour to get things done, and get things done I shall.
This morning my muse gifted me with the entirety of my Dickens paper. But I must finish the Tvordi paper first.
Yatta!
Update (since the multiple edits were looking moronic): It is now almost half three in the afternoon. The Tvordi paper was edited, printed, and turned in before eleven. I have been plodding away at the Dickens paper ever since. Last night I watched Fitz's copy of Bladerunner to wind down my mind. Today I turned on Tomb Raider: Cradle of Life to have some background buzz while I worked. Didn't realize the dude was Gerard Butler until halfway through. Watched the end for a mental break. Did some dishes. Am barely over three (single-spaced) pages for the Dickens paper. How am I going to make this fifteen pages again? After the edits, the Tvordi paper ended up being twelve and a half. Ack. If I can get the paper done tonight I can edit it tomorrow. I realized about a third of the way through my writing that I haven't been using those obnoxious academic sources for my paper and have been inserting bits randomly. That was my length problem. I was going to attempt to pull off a minimum of fifteen pages on the basis of my own textual analysis and some Barthesian bullshit. Stupid me.
And now I desperately want to take a nap. Dammit.
Update: Went to see Christmas Carol on the Air with Megan. It was sweet. I loved it. Am further along on my paper than I expected, but wherever I am come midnight, no matter - I'm going to bed. Test at nine tomorrow as well.
