he moves his words like a prizefighter
I'm pretty well officially the biggest dumbass ever. That paper I was frantically writing this past week? I didn't need to write it. Turns out the paper only needs to be a slightly-expanded version of the presentation I already gave in class, which I've already got six typed pages of anyway; I just need to add a little bit to it and come up with a few sources that aren't Wikipedia, which won't be hard, since most of what I say in this paper are blatantly obvious things. *headdesk*
I'm really not upset about this at all, though, because the paper I wrote? It sucked. And I'm not just saying that in a modest overachiever way. I mean it straight-up sucked. I was not looking forward to revising it. In a bizarre sort of way, I'm glad I wrote the unnecessary paper, because it got me over the feeling that I needed to be freaking out about this whole paper-writing thing. If anything, I'm now a little too de-stressed about it. But at least I am no longer flailing, even though maybe I should be about that 12-15 page politics paper. Eh, it'll get done.
I'm really not upset about this at all, though, because the paper I wrote? It sucked. And I'm not just saying that in a modest overachiever way. I mean it straight-up sucked. I was not looking forward to revising it. In a bizarre sort of way, I'm glad I wrote the unnecessary paper, because it got me over the feeling that I needed to be freaking out about this whole paper-writing thing. If anything, I'm now a little too de-stressed about it. But at least I am no longer flailing, even though maybe I should be about that 12-15 page politics paper. Eh, it'll get done.