I'll Do It Later...
Earlier this month, Andrew pointed out that the Salter boys' semi-lengthy journal entries tend to follow each other quickly in threes. I didn't get the memo this time and I am consequently last, but I appreciate the impetus to write a bit.
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Enough about health. It's an old issue I just have to deal with. It sucks but such is life. I'll heal eventually. I am staggering to the Wulkans' place for three nights on Thursday to try and get back into some kind of routine, which might help a bit (at this point I'll try anything). At the very least I'll have family, satellite tv and regular food...and a dog!
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I have almost outdone myself in the procrastination arena. My term papers were due (after a two-week extension) last Tuesday. Not finished, I wrote the term paper chief to say I would email copies of my papers because I couldn't get in to turn in hard copies on time, and she said that was ok, just turn in the hard copies the next day. I sent electronic copies of two of my three papers early Wednesday, and as luck would have it the graduate secretary was out of the office all weekend. That bought time for the third paper, which I had not researched nor did I have a strong idea of what to write.
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Here it is Tuesday night a week later and I'm about to start that third paper. I told the secretary I had forgotten to print out the third paper on Monday and would turn them in today. Obviously I didn't do that, and now the plan is to turn them all in tomorrow morning. At this point, she has the two good papers so they can't really be "late," and this last one will not be very good so late penalties, if applied, will probably be redundant. But I still have to write the damn thing...I have to produce 4,000 words (about 12 double-spaced pages) of drivel on women in Jacobean drama and culture using the seven or eight books I checked out last week from the library, any online journal articles I can find, and my noggin, which is empty. In my defense, I have had the worst week healthwise and have barely slept...today I walked to the store at the end of the street for the first time in three days, and it HURT. But it must get done. And it will. Eventually.
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It's been raining a lot here, which usually I love but I've been bedridden with insomnia (ironic). Sleep is sneaky...I feel like I need it but when I give in, I invariably lie awake, usually in the throes of deleriousness (being half-awake for hours on end does some bizarre stuff to my head) including mind-body separation. WEIRD!
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I'm looking forward to going home though, and actually being home. I hope my parents can put up with me for a little while. I feel like such a cliche...kid moves out for college, separates from home, then graduates from college and moves back in like a baby, or worse, a mooch. Of course I'll get a career and my own place and start my own life, but I wouldn't mind a bit of a vacation after this debacle. What was I thinking wanting to be in another continent for a whole year? Be warned, folks. Expect the unexpected when making massive changes to your life.
.
Enough about health. It's an old issue I just have to deal with. It sucks but such is life. I'll heal eventually. I am staggering to the Wulkans' place for three nights on Thursday to try and get back into some kind of routine, which might help a bit (at this point I'll try anything). At the very least I'll have family, satellite tv and regular food...and a dog!
.
I have almost outdone myself in the procrastination arena. My term papers were due (after a two-week extension) last Tuesday. Not finished, I wrote the term paper chief to say I would email copies of my papers because I couldn't get in to turn in hard copies on time, and she said that was ok, just turn in the hard copies the next day. I sent electronic copies of two of my three papers early Wednesday, and as luck would have it the graduate secretary was out of the office all weekend. That bought time for the third paper, which I had not researched nor did I have a strong idea of what to write.
.
Here it is Tuesday night a week later and I'm about to start that third paper. I told the secretary I had forgotten to print out the third paper on Monday and would turn them in today. Obviously I didn't do that, and now the plan is to turn them all in tomorrow morning. At this point, she has the two good papers so they can't really be "late," and this last one will not be very good so late penalties, if applied, will probably be redundant. But I still have to write the damn thing...I have to produce 4,000 words (about 12 double-spaced pages) of drivel on women in Jacobean drama and culture using the seven or eight books I checked out last week from the library, any online journal articles I can find, and my noggin, which is empty. In my defense, I have had the worst week healthwise and have barely slept...today I walked to the store at the end of the street for the first time in three days, and it HURT. But it must get done. And it will. Eventually.
.
It's been raining a lot here, which usually I love but I've been bedridden with insomnia (ironic). Sleep is sneaky...I feel like I need it but when I give in, I invariably lie awake, usually in the throes of deleriousness (being half-awake for hours on end does some bizarre stuff to my head) including mind-body separation. WEIRD!
.
I'm looking forward to going home though, and actually being home. I hope my parents can put up with me for a little while. I feel like such a cliche...kid moves out for college, separates from home, then graduates from college and moves back in like a baby, or worse, a mooch. Of course I'll get a career and my own place and start my own life, but I wouldn't mind a bit of a vacation after this debacle. What was I thinking wanting to be in another continent for a whole year? Be warned, folks. Expect the unexpected when making massive changes to your life.