Work work work
I'm so sick and tired of professors giving me homework on a Friday afternoon--homework that's not even on the schedule, I might add--and telling us that it's due early the following week. Way to ruin our weekend. I had everything all sectioned off and planned out. I was going to do certain amounts of manageable work every day so I could have a little free time to myself in the evenings.
Now that I got a new project in my last class on Friday, I'm pretty much going to be working round-the-clock. It's my own fault for adding another minor this late in my college career, but I still don't think it's fair of them to do that. I had a little free time during the week in which I could have started working on this. Now I have to cram it into 2 days.
Taking 18 credits sucks. I can't imagine ever taking more than that. All I want in my life is an hour or so to sit, watch a movie, and paint my toenails without feeling completely guilty because I should be doing something else. I know I'm complaining a lot, but it really sucks that I have to pick and choose which activities I can do in my free time. For example, I am cooking Phil a birthday dinner tonight. I have had this planned for a while. Emily is throwing a dress-to-impress party in our house a little later in the evening. This has also been planned for a while.
But, due to this project, I can only go to one. So I chose to cook dinner. I can't even attend a party IN MY OWN HOUSE. I will be locked in the bedroom, typing an essay. I may be able to pop my head out for a few minutes and greet people, but even that will make me feel guilty.
I even feel guilty about typing this post.
Also, while I'm on a rant, I am very sick of the boys in my group showing up late for meetings. I'm a busy person. Just because you got drunk last night and are hung-over is no excuse to be late. And they're late EVERY TIME. Not once. Not twice. EVERY TIME. Show up on time or don't show up at all.
I'm not sure if Jenn made this up or if she got it somewhere else, but I remember her saying at the 24 hour play festival, "If you're 10 minutes early, you're on time. If you're on time, you're late." And you know what? I really, REALLY agree with that. I want to tell it to the boys in my group, but I feel like it would be rude. So I just grin and bear it, and then bitch on my livejournal.
Also, two members of my group (one boy and one girl) both have mono. The girl is so sick, she hasn't attended class or meetings for about a month. I don't know how she's not failing, but I really hope she gets better. She might have to drop the class because she has so much work piled up. I feel awful for her. I found out today that a boy has mono. I don't know if he got it from her, but he got it. So instead of calling to tell us, he showed up and continued to work, and probably contaminated us all. He said you can only get it through saliva, but I'm not sure whether or not to believe him.
If I get sick, I may kill someone, because I don't have time for such nonsense.
This is my therapeutic rant.
I have to go back to work now.
Now that I got a new project in my last class on Friday, I'm pretty much going to be working round-the-clock. It's my own fault for adding another minor this late in my college career, but I still don't think it's fair of them to do that. I had a little free time during the week in which I could have started working on this. Now I have to cram it into 2 days.
Taking 18 credits sucks. I can't imagine ever taking more than that. All I want in my life is an hour or so to sit, watch a movie, and paint my toenails without feeling completely guilty because I should be doing something else. I know I'm complaining a lot, but it really sucks that I have to pick and choose which activities I can do in my free time. For example, I am cooking Phil a birthday dinner tonight. I have had this planned for a while. Emily is throwing a dress-to-impress party in our house a little later in the evening. This has also been planned for a while.
But, due to this project, I can only go to one. So I chose to cook dinner. I can't even attend a party IN MY OWN HOUSE. I will be locked in the bedroom, typing an essay. I may be able to pop my head out for a few minutes and greet people, but even that will make me feel guilty.
I even feel guilty about typing this post.
Also, while I'm on a rant, I am very sick of the boys in my group showing up late for meetings. I'm a busy person. Just because you got drunk last night and are hung-over is no excuse to be late. And they're late EVERY TIME. Not once. Not twice. EVERY TIME. Show up on time or don't show up at all.
I'm not sure if Jenn made this up or if she got it somewhere else, but I remember her saying at the 24 hour play festival, "If you're 10 minutes early, you're on time. If you're on time, you're late." And you know what? I really, REALLY agree with that. I want to tell it to the boys in my group, but I feel like it would be rude. So I just grin and bear it, and then bitch on my livejournal.
Also, two members of my group (one boy and one girl) both have mono. The girl is so sick, she hasn't attended class or meetings for about a month. I don't know how she's not failing, but I really hope she gets better. She might have to drop the class because she has so much work piled up. I feel awful for her. I found out today that a boy has mono. I don't know if he got it from her, but he got it. So instead of calling to tell us, he showed up and continued to work, and probably contaminated us all. He said you can only get it through saliva, but I'm not sure whether or not to believe him.
If I get sick, I may kill someone, because I don't have time for such nonsense.
This is my therapeutic rant.
I have to go back to work now.