what is the opposite of "to summit?" ..cuz that's what I am!
I need neeed neeeed a personal trainer in time management. I am still working on a paper from last term. I only have one paper left but it's been like squeezing kidney stones from the urethra (sp?) or how I imagine that must be if we could just use it as a disgusting and painful metaphor for a second. (maybe I should hook up with Dan's friend's weird poetry guy).
Seriously, I had been able to organize everything "just so" so that I could take temporary incompletes and use the extra time to write wicked-awesome papers. Well it's not happening. I have had the last week (plus) to write a paper which I have made little progress on... I don't even have a thesis...and it is due on Monday. And it has to be like, 20 pages. and it's for Dr. Stephen Slemon, a professor I might want as my PHD supervisor if I come back here for a PHD. Greaaaat.
I don't know what's wrong with me. I have never felt so mentally paralyzed. I can barely write a single word related to my actual topic. Yesterday, I wrote 4 different versions of an introduction and I could swear each sounded like a different person had written them. Who am i? Mommy? Daddy? Where am I?
Oh boy. O boy. brreeeeeeaaaaathe.
Anyone got advice for someone who has three days to write a paper and who can't write a damn thing? My worst fear is that today will waste away to nothing and I will be really fucked with a day to write. I have done research, I have a primary text, I have an idea but no methodology to discuss anything. I know everything connects but I can't seem to make it connect.
I'm not sure that my points are relevant. Even worse, most of what I am saying is so glaringly obvious that it makes me wanna climb under a rock.
(a funny reaction [climbing under a rock] since the book I am writing about pertains to an all-women's mountaineering expedition which successfully reached the summit of a mountain in Nepal, as the first women to do so, in the 1970s ..ps. just so ya'll know I am not celebrating them but dissing their feminist politics).
Sorry I tend to use this space to rant. I haven't used it for awhile. I don't know what else to do!
technically, this essay has to all be over by Monday but I feel no relief. it terrifies me to imagine the detritus i will produce.
O... i am also so poor. desperate to sell my car. like, next week.
wish me luck!
sorry 4 le negativity. I promise to sound more promising next time.
xox
Seriously, I had been able to organize everything "just so" so that I could take temporary incompletes and use the extra time to write wicked-awesome papers. Well it's not happening. I have had the last week (plus) to write a paper which I have made little progress on... I don't even have a thesis...and it is due on Monday. And it has to be like, 20 pages. and it's for Dr. Stephen Slemon, a professor I might want as my PHD supervisor if I come back here for a PHD. Greaaaat.
I don't know what's wrong with me. I have never felt so mentally paralyzed. I can barely write a single word related to my actual topic. Yesterday, I wrote 4 different versions of an introduction and I could swear each sounded like a different person had written them. Who am i? Mommy? Daddy? Where am I?
Oh boy. O boy. brreeeeeeaaaaathe.
Anyone got advice for someone who has three days to write a paper and who can't write a damn thing? My worst fear is that today will waste away to nothing and I will be really fucked with a day to write. I have done research, I have a primary text, I have an idea but no methodology to discuss anything. I know everything connects but I can't seem to make it connect.
I'm not sure that my points are relevant. Even worse, most of what I am saying is so glaringly obvious that it makes me wanna climb under a rock.
(a funny reaction [climbing under a rock] since the book I am writing about pertains to an all-women's mountaineering expedition which successfully reached the summit of a mountain in Nepal, as the first women to do so, in the 1970s ..ps. just so ya'll know I am not celebrating them but dissing their feminist politics).
Sorry I tend to use this space to rant. I haven't used it for awhile. I don't know what else to do!
technically, this essay has to all be over by Monday but I feel no relief. it terrifies me to imagine the detritus i will produce.
O... i am also so poor. desperate to sell my car. like, next week.
wish me luck!
sorry 4 le negativity. I promise to sound more promising next time.
xox