Trying to hang on a bit longer.
I'm tired and feel like my eyes are about to fall out. I got up way too early to work on homework and want to go to bed early so I can wake up early again. Somewhere around five hopefully. Yeah. I can't stay up anymore unless there's a lot of caffeine.
Last week, I spent a majority of my time working and revising my argument for my giant/medium World Lit paper I have due on December 11. It concerns skaz, Gogol, The Overcoat, Bulgakov, and Heart of a Dog. The thesis was never really quite right. It was arguable but it wasn't concise enough. I kept rewording, readjusting, and changing it all last week.
This weekend, I spent a majority of my weekend attempting to focus the thesis even more by proving it. Thus comes in the outline. I spent an unsuccessful Saturday going through research, trying to pull bits and pieces to try and work in my presentation as well as due my annotated bibliography that I have due Tuesday too. Go to Sunday where I attempted to begin my outline between the two books, working even more meticulous than usual because I don't have my paper written yet. (There was no way in hell I could write my paper last week with the presentation and everything else on it).
I barely got anything noteworthy done on the outline and didn't get a majority done till this afternoon. I went to see my professor and learned that I only really need to focus on the one book we read for class just because the others won't be familiar with the other book I've chosen. Kind of takes a load off but not really. I am having the worse time trying to connect everything and make a cohesive argument.
I may be ready for winter break, but at this point, I still crave the familiar, comforting troubling toils of analyzing literature than to waiting at night on chaotic, indecisive people.
Wow. This thing really has fried my brain. I still love literature!
I can all ready feel this presentation is going to be a B if I'm lucky. I see so many flaws and fallacies in my argument that I don't know how to fix and it worries me.
Last week, I spent a majority of my time working and revising my argument for my giant/medium World Lit paper I have due on December 11. It concerns skaz, Gogol, The Overcoat, Bulgakov, and Heart of a Dog. The thesis was never really quite right. It was arguable but it wasn't concise enough. I kept rewording, readjusting, and changing it all last week.
This weekend, I spent a majority of my weekend attempting to focus the thesis even more by proving it. Thus comes in the outline. I spent an unsuccessful Saturday going through research, trying to pull bits and pieces to try and work in my presentation as well as due my annotated bibliography that I have due Tuesday too. Go to Sunday where I attempted to begin my outline between the two books, working even more meticulous than usual because I don't have my paper written yet. (There was no way in hell I could write my paper last week with the presentation and everything else on it).
I barely got anything noteworthy done on the outline and didn't get a majority done till this afternoon. I went to see my professor and learned that I only really need to focus on the one book we read for class just because the others won't be familiar with the other book I've chosen. Kind of takes a load off but not really. I am having the worse time trying to connect everything and make a cohesive argument.
I may be ready for winter break, but at this point, I still crave the familiar, comforting troubling toils of analyzing literature than to waiting at night on chaotic, indecisive people.
Wow. This thing really has fried my brain. I still love literature!
I can all ready feel this presentation is going to be a B if I'm lucky. I see so many flaws and fallacies in my argument that I don't know how to fix and it worries me.