strapped to a chair.
after much pushing and shoving and feet-dragging, i finally managed to start on one of my 3 papers due this week. i'm quite amazed at my level of unproductivity. even though i made a conscious effort to start researching early, i'm still stuck with having to rush like mad to finish 3 papers over the next few days. sheesh. oh well, there's not much point in lamenting now is there? the last few years have taught me to bite the bullet and develop a resolve of very hard plastic, even if not steel.
as it is, i've been in the comp lab since 9 this morning typing away not quite as furiously as i would like and i'm planning to stick around till my 4pm class with habib. incidentally, i got acosted by him in the canteen again yesterday. and he asked me why i wasn't at tutorial last week. and i had to stupidly tell him that my tutorial's actually on odd and not even wednesdays. so now i have to go even though i was thinking of skipping it to work on my paper. to risk sounding egotistical (which is not my intention, in any case), he treats me like he's really impressed with me just because of what i said during class. even if it was really just to sum up the main issue of this film that we'd watched during one lecture and that was hardly even anywhere near the deeply intellectual side of the spectrum. and i haven't done a thing to prepare for his paper too, which might very likely end up a botched up job. i guess i'm just a bit pressured by his expectation of me and not knowing exactly how high those expectations are placed. *indulges in nail-biting fit in an unsuccessful bid to relieve tension*
ok, gotta get back to work. no time! no time!
as it is, i've been in the comp lab since 9 this morning typing away not quite as furiously as i would like and i'm planning to stick around till my 4pm class with habib. incidentally, i got acosted by him in the canteen again yesterday. and he asked me why i wasn't at tutorial last week. and i had to stupidly tell him that my tutorial's actually on odd and not even wednesdays. so now i have to go even though i was thinking of skipping it to work on my paper. to risk sounding egotistical (which is not my intention, in any case), he treats me like he's really impressed with me just because of what i said during class. even if it was really just to sum up the main issue of this film that we'd watched during one lecture and that was hardly even anywhere near the deeply intellectual side of the spectrum. and i haven't done a thing to prepare for his paper too, which might very likely end up a botched up job. i guess i'm just a bit pressured by his expectation of me and not knowing exactly how high those expectations are placed. *indulges in nail-biting fit in an unsuccessful bid to relieve tension*
ok, gotta get back to work. no time! no time!