I will never do THAT again
AHHHH
Toay was the most horrible day EVER!!!
Firstly I barely did anything for my paper yesterday night, which I REALLY should have. I finally managed to fall asleep at 4:30-5 am. I woke up at 9, and then hastily went back to sleep until 11am, so that I could do my paper. I got a coffee and sat down to work. 3 hours later.... I am barely done and it's 2:30. My Microsoft Word that I got crashed and I hadn't saved in a while. So I lost A LOT of revision I had done. Anyways, class is at 3:30, and I have to catch the bus at 2:45 to make it. I panic and my brain begins to horribly errode. I quickly email my prof, tell him that I lost a bunch of work when my program crashed and tell him I will be there about 15-30 minutes after class. ANYWAYS, I rush horribly, being insane, but thankfully writing mostly coherent sentances. Unfortunately, my citation page, where I had quotes I wanted was horrendously mismanaged, so I had a terrible time sorting through it. About 5 minutes before the bus, Taran reads my paper and claims it's actually really good. I believe him, but I feel like I could have done more justice to it. especially the part about criticisms+rebuttles. But overall, it's ok. ANYWAYS, I realize that I haven't even done my work cited page (which requires much sorting and formatting and searching for titles). We have to leave for the bus, so Taran grabs his computer and I download my paper onto it and finish much of my citation on the bus. Of course, I am not done and I have to go back and format it and I spend another 20 minutes doing that. I quickly print and rush to my profs office, sadly fndint that he's not there anymore, but I can drop off papers at the floor's secratary. Unfortunately I can't find her, so I get some help from the Literature prof, Kevin Hutchings. He shows me, but she's not there, so Kevin signs and dates my paper, so it is plain to see that I had it at that time. I put the paper in my prof's drop box.
As a nice realxing ending, I spend about 15-20 minutes chatting with Kevin about romantic era poetry, environmental literature, his new papers, and other intersting stuff. He's a really cool passionate guy, I want to have a class with him. He teaches a cool 2nd year class on expository writing, or something about *how* wirters write, less on *what* is it is they write about. It sounds really sweet. He just co-wrote a cool book with some wildlife biologist friends of his about northwestern rainforest birds. He showed it off and was really excited. He's nominated for the BC book award alongside David Sazuki. Kvin doesn't expect to win, but he seems really pleased to have been nominated.
Anyways, it was relaxing and he is a really cool guy. He read a paper of his at this Interdisciplinary colloquium thing I went to (which as I mentioned after I saw it, was really sweet). He seemed pleased that I was there and remembered him. I was more pleased to see that he remembered that I had been there.
My prof answered my pathetic email and said I could hand it in without penalty on Wednesday... too bad it's already in, but I asked if I could re-handin my work cited (since it was harsh bad from rushing). Thankfully Michael is a really nice lenient person and I think he appreciates my like for the arts and passion for education, since I seem like the only person in the class who does. YAY for nice professors!!
SO...
overall a horrendous day with lots of strain and sadness and anxiety to the point of wanting to puke and also little to no food. But I worked out, finished my essay, got a little extension on my paper, made better friends with a cool professor, and walked home with Taran.
Hopefully I can get like wasted soon, it will relax my brain muscles...
:S
Toay was the most horrible day EVER!!!
Firstly I barely did anything for my paper yesterday night, which I REALLY should have. I finally managed to fall asleep at 4:30-5 am. I woke up at 9, and then hastily went back to sleep until 11am, so that I could do my paper. I got a coffee and sat down to work. 3 hours later.... I am barely done and it's 2:30. My Microsoft Word that I got crashed and I hadn't saved in a while. So I lost A LOT of revision I had done. Anyways, class is at 3:30, and I have to catch the bus at 2:45 to make it. I panic and my brain begins to horribly errode. I quickly email my prof, tell him that I lost a bunch of work when my program crashed and tell him I will be there about 15-30 minutes after class. ANYWAYS, I rush horribly, being insane, but thankfully writing mostly coherent sentances. Unfortunately, my citation page, where I had quotes I wanted was horrendously mismanaged, so I had a terrible time sorting through it. About 5 minutes before the bus, Taran reads my paper and claims it's actually really good. I believe him, but I feel like I could have done more justice to it. especially the part about criticisms+rebuttles. But overall, it's ok. ANYWAYS, I realize that I haven't even done my work cited page (which requires much sorting and formatting and searching for titles). We have to leave for the bus, so Taran grabs his computer and I download my paper onto it and finish much of my citation on the bus. Of course, I am not done and I have to go back and format it and I spend another 20 minutes doing that. I quickly print and rush to my profs office, sadly fndint that he's not there anymore, but I can drop off papers at the floor's secratary. Unfortunately I can't find her, so I get some help from the Literature prof, Kevin Hutchings. He shows me, but she's not there, so Kevin signs and dates my paper, so it is plain to see that I had it at that time. I put the paper in my prof's drop box.
As a nice realxing ending, I spend about 15-20 minutes chatting with Kevin about romantic era poetry, environmental literature, his new papers, and other intersting stuff. He's a really cool passionate guy, I want to have a class with him. He teaches a cool 2nd year class on expository writing, or something about *how* wirters write, less on *what* is it is they write about. It sounds really sweet. He just co-wrote a cool book with some wildlife biologist friends of his about northwestern rainforest birds. He showed it off and was really excited. He's nominated for the BC book award alongside David Sazuki. Kvin doesn't expect to win, but he seems really pleased to have been nominated.
Anyways, it was relaxing and he is a really cool guy. He read a paper of his at this Interdisciplinary colloquium thing I went to (which as I mentioned after I saw it, was really sweet). He seemed pleased that I was there and remembered him. I was more pleased to see that he remembered that I had been there.
My prof answered my pathetic email and said I could hand it in without penalty on Wednesday... too bad it's already in, but I asked if I could re-handin my work cited (since it was harsh bad from rushing). Thankfully Michael is a really nice lenient person and I think he appreciates my like for the arts and passion for education, since I seem like the only person in the class who does. YAY for nice professors!!
SO...
overall a horrendous day with lots of strain and sadness and anxiety to the point of wanting to puke and also little to no food. But I worked out, finished my essay, got a little extension on my paper, made better friends with a cool professor, and walked home with Taran.
Hopefully I can get like wasted soon, it will relax my brain muscles...
:S