death becomes her
Ugh. I just had probably THE WORST week I have ever had in college. Seriously. I haven't actually slept since Sunday night. What is that 5 days? Geez. I should be dead or something. Everything is all smushed together. I can't remember what happened on what day. Here's how it went:
SSDD
- Get home Monday after going to see Caro in Hair in Gainesville with Renz.
- Stay up Monday night to do a paper about a current day Brigitte Bardot due Tuesday morning.
- Finish it at 11 a.m. Turn that bitch in, start working on the next one that's due the next morning.
- Go to class at 5 p.m. Get a text from my group partner that reminds me that i have to do my powerpoint stuff and send it to her. shit.
- switch topics, hurry to figure out what to put on the slide while I watch Lolita (which = disturbing).
- Finally send her the stuff by 8 a.m. Try watching the Exorcist but I realize I pretty much know what it's about and i don't get how it relates to lust. Watching it again will not help me. Watch Belle de Jour while doing the paper that's due that night.
- Finish movie, write paper on Lust due at noon that synthesizes 3 movies and two short stories. To hell with whoever Blackburn is and his book on Lust. Turn that in by 11.
- Now, desperate, must finish my 6 page paper on Dysphagia and Sensory Integration Disorders before 5.
- Remember that I have to print out 40 copies of an abstract. Fuck me.
- I am late to 1/2 an hour late to class, but it's okay because my group hasn't presented yet.
- Feeling like dirt.
- Turn in paper, do presentation. Listen to what is probably the saddest, most amazing story I've ever heard that my teacher tells me about herself (which I totally knew she was the mother.)
- Go home. Start working on my research proposal at 10 p.m. It's due at 2 p.m. the next day. It's supposed to be pretty long. Fuck me.
- Work furiously through the night. Keep falling asleep sitting up. Wonders when it will ever end.
- Have panic attack. I can't finish the paper and it's due in 1/2 an hour. Decides to turn it in as is. It's only 22 pages and missing 4 sources but that'll have to be enough.
- Did i mention that if I don't get a 70 on this, i fail the class?
- HUGE panic attack when I realize that turnitin.com won't let me turn it in because she put the wrong date. Am i going to get a zero? Fuck me.
- I print that bitch out, take it to school to ask her what's to be done. I get to school at 2:30. She's not there. I'm silently greatful I can just slip my shit in, but what about the originality report?
- I email her about it, then I work on the newspaper article that's due that night at 5. I check my shit out. No class tonight. Yay.
- I finish my article turn it in and see my mail. Turnitin reopened, paper not due till TOMORROW at 4.
- I go pick my shit back up and take it home.
- I'm delirious at this point. I can't even think straight. I start working on my paper again. I can't stay awake. Take an hour nap, get up, eat, start working on the paper again.
- Finish it at 12:30 p.m. It is 34 pages long. Without the title page and references pages, it is 30 pages long. Without the appendices (all of which I had to make up from scratch) it is 24 pages long. Double spaced. 8912 words all together. Without the title page and references, 8517 words. 7473 words of just me writing. I hurt inside. My eyes want to bleed.
- I print out the originality report (only 12% "plagiarized"). It is 26 pages long. I feel bad for the trees. This thing is so thick that I can't possibly staple it. I have to use a large alligator clip. It looks like i wrote a manuscript. The stack of papers is wider than my finger. I took a picture.
- I am SO tired.
- Due Tuesday: 1 paper
- Due Wednesday: 2 papers, one presentation
- Due Thursday: (supposedly) 1 research proposal (I say this because papers are NEVER this long) 1 article
- Due Friday: 1 research paper. 1 soul.
SSDD