thirty-six hours
36 hours left in the semester. 5 essay questions stand between me and the completion of my second semester of graduate school. Im very stressed and very tired.
My health project got turned in this morning. I woke up at 8:30 and drove to the office to drop it off, and then came back to work on my the rest of my diversity and film project. This project took more out of me than I thought it would. The project had to be on a culture in American Films. I did it on black/white interracial couples. We had to pick our topics at the beginning of the semester. I should have changed mine about half way through for my sanity. So yesterday I got back from ECA and got to work on it. And that was right about the time I realized I knew nothing about segregation or black history... American history. I won't lie, I had no idea who Jim Crow was or that Jim Crow was a stage name. Matt ended up being a big help to me. My dad fell down our basement stairs on Saturday. If you've been to my hours, you know that's a pretty long way to fall. He hurt himself pretty badly. Anyway, my dad usually proofs my papers because he taught Enlish for about 7 years before he taught government. But anyway, I didnt want to bug my dad because I knew he wasn't doign well, so Matt stepped up and helped me out a lot. He and I were up till about 2am last night making corrections and then I got back to it this mroning. Around 1pm, I sent him my final copy of my paper to look over adn headed to office Max to print out the stuff that was going to be in color and then headed to the office. Then he sent me my paper there. Around 3:15, I got the paper and then had Sutter Homes do one more once over. After a couple more corrections, the paper was in at 3:30ish. It was due at 4pm. Alls well that ends well.
Then we had a meeting about summer session. The idea of summer school is killing me. Im beat. Physical and mental exhaustion has set in. Anyway, after our meeting we had to TA COMM 100 all evening. My head was pounding the whole time. I dont think exhaustion covers how I feel. I feel like I have the worst hangover of my life, though I havent been drinking. And I feel as though I have just been beat down. Like really just beaten. I'm gonna curl up in bed now. Right about now, I wish I had someone to just care about me. To check up on me every once in a while. i think everyone needs that. Sooooo tired. Must sleep now. Night all....
My health project got turned in this morning. I woke up at 8:30 and drove to the office to drop it off, and then came back to work on my the rest of my diversity and film project. This project took more out of me than I thought it would. The project had to be on a culture in American Films. I did it on black/white interracial couples. We had to pick our topics at the beginning of the semester. I should have changed mine about half way through for my sanity. So yesterday I got back from ECA and got to work on it. And that was right about the time I realized I knew nothing about segregation or black history... American history. I won't lie, I had no idea who Jim Crow was or that Jim Crow was a stage name. Matt ended up being a big help to me. My dad fell down our basement stairs on Saturday. If you've been to my hours, you know that's a pretty long way to fall. He hurt himself pretty badly. Anyway, my dad usually proofs my papers because he taught Enlish for about 7 years before he taught government. But anyway, I didnt want to bug my dad because I knew he wasn't doign well, so Matt stepped up and helped me out a lot. He and I were up till about 2am last night making corrections and then I got back to it this mroning. Around 1pm, I sent him my final copy of my paper to look over adn headed to office Max to print out the stuff that was going to be in color and then headed to the office. Then he sent me my paper there. Around 3:15, I got the paper and then had Sutter Homes do one more once over. After a couple more corrections, the paper was in at 3:30ish. It was due at 4pm. Alls well that ends well.
Then we had a meeting about summer session. The idea of summer school is killing me. Im beat. Physical and mental exhaustion has set in. Anyway, after our meeting we had to TA COMM 100 all evening. My head was pounding the whole time. I dont think exhaustion covers how I feel. I feel like I have the worst hangover of my life, though I havent been drinking. And I feel as though I have just been beat down. Like really just beaten. I'm gonna curl up in bed now. Right about now, I wish I had someone to just care about me. To check up on me every once in a while. i think everyone needs that. Sooooo tired. Must sleep now. Night all....