this morning i turned this
the paper i agonized over at three am only to find out that it was an instant F because it was late. because it was supposed to be due last tuesday. because i didn't know.
i guess i am to blame but really, there's an entire class behind me in this subject who made not a peep in the very public yahoogroups where they can afford to spout happy birthdays but not to clarify deadlines? thanks, guys.
today we reported on the oresteia, & the theme of patterns & how history repeats itself &c. but really where is this vicious cycle of mine, & the question that plagues mankind is always why am i the one to break it.