Growly day.
Just one of those days where nothing is HORRIBLY wrong but so many tiny things go wrong that you could pull your hair out. So, here's a bit of catharsis so I can hopefully get over the frustration at minutia and actually get some work done.
Had big ass paper due today. But, I've been a mature, responsible student, and wrote it weeks ago. I finished my own edits of it well over a week ago. I thought it was done. But after speaking with my brother on the phone last Saturday, he offered to edit things further for me. Since he's turned into a Mr. smarty pants and is probably way better off academically than I, I ate some humble pie and said sure, why not.
Well, he didn't get the edits back to me by the time I went to the library today to print off the paper. So I print it, only heavily self-edited, and start to class. Ring-ring. My cell phone rings and it's my mother/brother/grandfather calling to say Happy Thanksgiving. (They're eating today instead of yesterday for scheduling reasons). So, I have a pleasant conversation sitting outside. When I get to my bro he tells me he's finished editing my paper and that he'll have it emailed to me this afternoon.
Tiny bits of growly begins. I inform him it's due in an hour and I already printed it. I then ask him if it was really that bad and if I should skip my first class to go back, re-edit, and re-print it. He says no, it was just some grammar things, and surely I cleaned those up myself in further editing? Well, no. I hadn't touched the paper since I sent it to him. I sent what I thought was the final copy. My pride doesn't let me admit this to him and I say it's fine, I'm going to turn in what I have.
Well, 1.5 hours worth of class later and my grade-conscience is getting to me. Maybe it does suck. Aren't I smart enough to know all my little grammar things already? How badly will my grade fall for these apparent grammar-fails? it's worth 40 percent of my mark. Fuck, fuck, alright, I have to go get his edits and redo this. I'll pay the 2 dollars to print it again, it's probably worth it, and as long as I get it in before 5pm it's not late.
So I run like a mad woman to the library after class. He hasn't sent me the edits. I curse and make a horribly expensive long distance call on my cellphone to tell him to send it to me and go back into the library. I wait, I wait. 30 minutes later it comes with about 6-7 edits in a 15 page paper. That's it. I kinda growl more.
Then I realize that perhaps I do still have a leg up on my dear brother grammar wise as several of the edits he's made are actually wrong. The paper is as close to grammatically perfect as a paper can really get. But I'm there, and I do agree with him that some sentences could be worded more clearly, so I go through the paper and make clarifications and smooth out a few transitions. I reprint, sacrificing 2 dollars out of my day's budget, which is really painful sometimes.
I rush to the office to turn it in. I get there 4:45. The office SAYS it closes at 5. It's locked up, lights off, everyone's gone. WTF. And there is a note saying no papers slipped under the door will be accepted. Ah well, at least I turned in the original copy during class.
So I got my paper in on time. It's not nearly so bad as my brother made me fear it was. But I wasted a bunch of money and time reprinting papers, making long distance phone calls, and running around campus for nothing. grrr.
Not to mention being hung over from last night and now needing to start writing my other 8 page paper which is due on Wednesday.
This is a growly day.
Had big ass paper due today. But, I've been a mature, responsible student, and wrote it weeks ago. I finished my own edits of it well over a week ago. I thought it was done. But after speaking with my brother on the phone last Saturday, he offered to edit things further for me. Since he's turned into a Mr. smarty pants and is probably way better off academically than I, I ate some humble pie and said sure, why not.
Well, he didn't get the edits back to me by the time I went to the library today to print off the paper. So I print it, only heavily self-edited, and start to class. Ring-ring. My cell phone rings and it's my mother/brother/grandfather calling to say Happy Thanksgiving. (They're eating today instead of yesterday for scheduling reasons). So, I have a pleasant conversation sitting outside. When I get to my bro he tells me he's finished editing my paper and that he'll have it emailed to me this afternoon.
Tiny bits of growly begins. I inform him it's due in an hour and I already printed it. I then ask him if it was really that bad and if I should skip my first class to go back, re-edit, and re-print it. He says no, it was just some grammar things, and surely I cleaned those up myself in further editing? Well, no. I hadn't touched the paper since I sent it to him. I sent what I thought was the final copy. My pride doesn't let me admit this to him and I say it's fine, I'm going to turn in what I have.
Well, 1.5 hours worth of class later and my grade-conscience is getting to me. Maybe it does suck. Aren't I smart enough to know all my little grammar things already? How badly will my grade fall for these apparent grammar-fails? it's worth 40 percent of my mark. Fuck, fuck, alright, I have to go get his edits and redo this. I'll pay the 2 dollars to print it again, it's probably worth it, and as long as I get it in before 5pm it's not late.
So I run like a mad woman to the library after class. He hasn't sent me the edits. I curse and make a horribly expensive long distance call on my cellphone to tell him to send it to me and go back into the library. I wait, I wait. 30 minutes later it comes with about 6-7 edits in a 15 page paper. That's it. I kinda growl more.
Then I realize that perhaps I do still have a leg up on my dear brother grammar wise as several of the edits he's made are actually wrong. The paper is as close to grammatically perfect as a paper can really get. But I'm there, and I do agree with him that some sentences could be worded more clearly, so I go through the paper and make clarifications and smooth out a few transitions. I reprint, sacrificing 2 dollars out of my day's budget, which is really painful sometimes.
I rush to the office to turn it in. I get there 4:45. The office SAYS it closes at 5. It's locked up, lights off, everyone's gone. WTF. And there is a note saying no papers slipped under the door will be accepted. Ah well, at least I turned in the original copy during class.
So I got my paper in on time. It's not nearly so bad as my brother made me fear it was. But I wasted a bunch of money and time reprinting papers, making long distance phone calls, and running around campus for nothing. grrr.
Not to mention being hung over from last night and now needing to start writing my other 8 page paper which is due on Wednesday.
This is a growly day.