Crash and Burn
I go to the school to confess, with much embarrassment, that my final semester paper isn't finished and will have to be late. I had all the time in the world and yet it simply isn't done.
I then immediately proceed upstairs, where I am presented with the Lois K. Smedick award for my alleged academic achievements.
I've never felt more like a fraud.
This shit is hanging over my head, the work I have accomplished is worthless, and I've just blown the grade that I needed to counterbalance the insanity of KJ and his personal vendettas.
How the fuck am I supposed to be submitting to conferences? I can't even fill fifteen pages.
I then immediately proceed upstairs, where I am presented with the Lois K. Smedick award for my alleged academic achievements.
I've never felt more like a fraud.
This shit is hanging over my head, the work I have accomplished is worthless, and I've just blown the grade that I needed to counterbalance the insanity of KJ and his personal vendettas.
How the fuck am I supposed to be submitting to conferences? I can't even fill fifteen pages.