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After a marathon week of writing I have just finished editing and posting my final project papers in my 2 classes. 4500 words of pure hell and lack of sleep. I finished and posted within 20 minutes of the deadline. Talk about cutting it close. Should not have taken Teusday off, lol. And Thursday. So the 2000 word history paper was written in 30 hours, research included... I think it turned out to be a quality paper and I'm proud of the points and comparisons I raised. When run though the plagiarism checker I got a 1% after excluding my quotes and citations. The average match percentage is 5% so I think I did damn good in that area. My teaching as a profession paper ended up being filled with run on sentences so that took considerable editing. But again, I believe I have earned an A on both papers.
Now I am rewarded with two full weeks of blissful laziness because I don't start my new classes until the 31st. Then I get to work my ass off to get ahead on my work because we'll be gone fore two weeks on our CRUISE!!! I am going to sleep all fucking day tomorrow if Barry lets me get away with it. He works hard and therefore sleeps whenever he wants or needs too. I have worked hard cleaning house today and all week on my schoolwork. I think I deserve one day, right? Well, I have to do massive amounts of laundry that was neglected in favor of my academics this week... So I guess I get to sleep on Teusday? Nope. Job hunting. Ah hell. Barry has the day off on Thursday. I'm claiming it right now. That's My Day. bleh.
Now I am rewarded with two full weeks of blissful laziness because I don't start my new classes until the 31st. Then I get to work my ass off to get ahead on my work because we'll be gone fore two weeks on our CRUISE!!! I am going to sleep all fucking day tomorrow if Barry lets me get away with it. He works hard and therefore sleeps whenever he wants or needs too. I have worked hard cleaning house today and all week on my schoolwork. I think I deserve one day, right? Well, I have to do massive amounts of laundry that was neglected in favor of my academics this week... So I guess I get to sleep on Teusday? Nope. Job hunting. Ah hell. Barry has the day off on Thursday. I'm claiming it right now. That's My Day. bleh.