And the worst part of it is I know I will never change it
A brief timeline for you all.
Sept 22: I find out that I have to prepare a presentation on the first chapter of James Joyce's "A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man" on Nov 3.
Oct 28ish: After I'm supposed to have e-mailed my presentation thesis to my prof, I begin to read the first chapter and check out some books of criticism.
Oct 29-Nov 1: I play a lot of guitar, occasionally reading some Joyce.
Nov 2: I panic (as usual), realize I'm an idiot with a severe procrastinating problem who made it to 4th year because I'm easy to feel sorry for, and try desperately to find something in the critical texts that strikes me. I read the same essay in two books. I play guitar some.
Nov 3 12am: A grad student strike is likely. If they strike, the profs will strike in support of them and there will be no classes and I won't have to do my presentation. Despite Jessica's voice of reason that I can't depend on that as a way out, I begin to depend on that as a way out of doing my work.
2am-ish: The union has reached a deal. There will be no strike, classes will continue, I have to present tomorrow. I have nil done.
3am: Unable to channel frustration effectively, I hit a wall. Nursing my sore hand, I resolve to learn better study habits and learn how to channel frustration effectively. I look through first chapter of Portrait to see what jumps out at me. Stories do.
5am: My thesis is sent to me from heaven. It falls all the way, hitting me hard on the head. I go a little woozy and make a bad judgment call: that I will write an LJ post about this situation rather than e-mail my prof and beg for mercy over not having done this right (which I still have to do) or actually write the damn thing (which I also still have to do).
I guess what I'm building up to is this: would you say that Cameron Diaz is vital to the success of the Shrek franchise the way that Mike Meyers and Eddie Murphy are? Or is she expendable? If she were replaced, would you care?
Sept 22: I find out that I have to prepare a presentation on the first chapter of James Joyce's "A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man" on Nov 3.
Oct 28ish: After I'm supposed to have e-mailed my presentation thesis to my prof, I begin to read the first chapter and check out some books of criticism.
Oct 29-Nov 1: I play a lot of guitar, occasionally reading some Joyce.
Nov 2: I panic (as usual), realize I'm an idiot with a severe procrastinating problem who made it to 4th year because I'm easy to feel sorry for, and try desperately to find something in the critical texts that strikes me. I read the same essay in two books. I play guitar some.
Nov 3 12am: A grad student strike is likely. If they strike, the profs will strike in support of them and there will be no classes and I won't have to do my presentation. Despite Jessica's voice of reason that I can't depend on that as a way out, I begin to depend on that as a way out of doing my work.
2am-ish: The union has reached a deal. There will be no strike, classes will continue, I have to present tomorrow. I have nil done.
3am: Unable to channel frustration effectively, I hit a wall. Nursing my sore hand, I resolve to learn better study habits and learn how to channel frustration effectively. I look through first chapter of Portrait to see what jumps out at me. Stories do.
5am: My thesis is sent to me from heaven. It falls all the way, hitting me hard on the head. I go a little woozy and make a bad judgment call: that I will write an LJ post about this situation rather than e-mail my prof and beg for mercy over not having done this right (which I still have to do) or actually write the damn thing (which I also still have to do).
I guess what I'm building up to is this: would you say that Cameron Diaz is vital to the success of the Shrek franchise the way that Mike Meyers and Eddie Murphy are? Or is she expendable? If she were replaced, would you care?