The Art of Writing a College Paper
Due date: Thursday Morning at 10am
The Problem: Rocky Horror Rehearsal from 10-whenever, class at 9am (with a quiz)
Wednesday:
3:00- back from work, ready to start writing! Should just check e-mail first
3:30-roommate's friends are being loud and obnoxious
3:45- they're still here, and I can't work. So I'll just glare at them over my laptop while I do the crossword on yahoo. Just until they leave
3:50-still there. Switch to facebook
4:00- Gone, finally. Write out header to paper.
4:05- Realize I don't know what I'm writing about. Grab book
4:15-bathroom break
4:30-Intro written. Pat self on back. Check afterellen.com
4:45-still on internet
4:50- change facebook status
4:55-bathroom break
5:00- Respond to every facebook message I've ignored over the last week
5:10- write another sentence of paper. Get up to find pencil in messy room
5:20- getting hungry
5:30- unable to concentrate on paper because of hunger. Check fanfiction.net instead
5:45-break for dinner
6:00-back from dining hall with take out box. Watch new vlog while eating
6:20-bathroom break
6:30- pick up book again, find really long quote. Copy into essay. Fix spelling mistakes.
6:40-bathroom break
6:45-onto page 2!
6:55- end up reading funny craigslist personals. Get really disturbed by photos
7:20-add some more to essay
7:30- ab exercises
7:40-bathroom break
7:50- new idea- gay-themed magnetic word poetry
8:00- commiserate with roommate over stupid paper and how we don't know what to write
8:15- check e-mail for the 50th time. Try to change shifts for petition signing tomorrow
8:30- bathroom break. Run into friend and have lengthy talk about tampons
8:40- read blog of favorite comedian and watch part of an interview with her
8:50- new idea-blogging about writing a paper
8:53- crap, it's 8:53!
8:54-back to writing
8:57-summary done!
9:00-check e-mail
9:01- e-mail from professor telling us to submit paper to non-existent link. Technology is fun, kids.
And so on. Obviously, this is a simplification, as I can't actually remember every mundane thing I've done to kill time in the last six hours. But I think we can all agree that I'm pretty much screwed. Fun.
The Problem: Rocky Horror Rehearsal from 10-whenever, class at 9am (with a quiz)
Wednesday:
3:00- back from work, ready to start writing! Should just check e-mail first
3:30-roommate's friends are being loud and obnoxious
3:45- they're still here, and I can't work. So I'll just glare at them over my laptop while I do the crossword on yahoo. Just until they leave
3:50-still there. Switch to facebook
4:00- Gone, finally. Write out header to paper.
4:05- Realize I don't know what I'm writing about. Grab book
4:15-bathroom break
4:30-Intro written. Pat self on back. Check afterellen.com
4:45-still on internet
4:50- change facebook status
4:55-bathroom break
5:00- Respond to every facebook message I've ignored over the last week
5:10- write another sentence of paper. Get up to find pencil in messy room
5:20- getting hungry
5:30- unable to concentrate on paper because of hunger. Check fanfiction.net instead
5:45-break for dinner
6:00-back from dining hall with take out box. Watch new vlog while eating
6:20-bathroom break
6:30- pick up book again, find really long quote. Copy into essay. Fix spelling mistakes.
6:40-bathroom break
6:45-onto page 2!
6:55- end up reading funny craigslist personals. Get really disturbed by photos
7:20-add some more to essay
7:30- ab exercises
7:40-bathroom break
7:50- new idea- gay-themed magnetic word poetry
8:00- commiserate with roommate over stupid paper and how we don't know what to write
8:15- check e-mail for the 50th time. Try to change shifts for petition signing tomorrow
8:30- bathroom break. Run into friend and have lengthy talk about tampons
8:40- read blog of favorite comedian and watch part of an interview with her
8:50- new idea-blogging about writing a paper
8:53- crap, it's 8:53!
8:54-back to writing
8:57-summary done!
9:00-check e-mail
9:01- e-mail from professor telling us to submit paper to non-existent link. Technology is fun, kids.
And so on. Obviously, this is a simplification, as I can't actually remember every mundane thing I've done to kill time in the last six hours. But I think we can all agree that I'm pretty much screwed. Fun.