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Man, Andrew and I don't update this journal nearly enough.
My life has been unbelievably hectic since I left Chicago. For one, I had two thirty minute presentations in the same week, which basically require writing a 15 page paper, to be read in class. to ensure that I didn't get overly stressed out, I wrote the first one, all 15 researched pages of it, before I went to Chicago. On the Friday before my two presentations, I was feeling pretty relaxed. The one due on Tuesday was done, so I had nearly a week to write the one for Thursday. Naturally, then, my computer decided to screw me over. As I was touching up presentation #1, it froze. I tried to restart it, and it couldn't locate the hard drive. I, of course, freaked out. Dan tried to reassure me, saying the problem was probably something small. I instantly assumed the worst, wailing that my hard drive was dead, and I wouldn't be able to recover the information, and I would have to rewrite the entire presentation. I didn't actually believe this was what had happened, mind you. I just tend to be an alarmist and assume the worst. That way, whatever ends up happening, it's not as bad as what I thought.
But it was. My hard drive was dead. And, in order to replace it, Apple would need to send in my old hard drive, so that they could give me a new one. However, the Apple store does not provide data recovery. So they pretty much left it that I had to decide right there if I was going to take the hard drive and attempt to recover everything, while having a useless computer, or if I wanted a working computer, but no information recovered. In the end, it came down to the fact that I couldn't get anyone to look at the hard drive until Monday, and the guy at the Apple store estimated it would cost $1,000 to recover the data. I would probably end up needing to rewrite the presentation anyway, and I'd need a working computer for that. So, goodbye hard drive.
It was depressing, though. All my music, pictures, art work, and school work from the last year are just gone. There were a lot of drawings that I had put already 10 or so hours into, that I had yet to post online which are just lost to me now.
To make matters even better, all of this was happening on Dan's birthday. So, instead of a fun birthday, he spent the morning with me at the Apple store, and then the rest of the day being ignored while I frantically tried to recreate my presentation. I got everything done on time, but presentation #1 sucked. It was just really terrible. Luckily, I hate the class anyway. Presentation #2, which I had to write in just two days, rather than the week I had planned, actually went really well.
Then four days after that I had to hand in a comprehensive paper proposal, which I was supposed to have done all my research for. Needless to say, i didn't. Instead, I handed in crap. This is partially because I was attempting to fix my relationship, which had become strained during the birthday, followed by a week of panic. Also, my brain chose this moment to freak out about things like save-the-date cards and china patterns. Really. Very helpful.
And that is what I've been doing. Now I have four papers due in the next month, none of which I'm prepared to write. Also, Dan's job hunt for next summer isn't going so great, which means we'll probably finish out this nightmare of schooling living in a cardboard box. Huzzah!
My life has been unbelievably hectic since I left Chicago. For one, I had two thirty minute presentations in the same week, which basically require writing a 15 page paper, to be read in class. to ensure that I didn't get overly stressed out, I wrote the first one, all 15 researched pages of it, before I went to Chicago. On the Friday before my two presentations, I was feeling pretty relaxed. The one due on Tuesday was done, so I had nearly a week to write the one for Thursday. Naturally, then, my computer decided to screw me over. As I was touching up presentation #1, it froze. I tried to restart it, and it couldn't locate the hard drive. I, of course, freaked out. Dan tried to reassure me, saying the problem was probably something small. I instantly assumed the worst, wailing that my hard drive was dead, and I wouldn't be able to recover the information, and I would have to rewrite the entire presentation. I didn't actually believe this was what had happened, mind you. I just tend to be an alarmist and assume the worst. That way, whatever ends up happening, it's not as bad as what I thought.
But it was. My hard drive was dead. And, in order to replace it, Apple would need to send in my old hard drive, so that they could give me a new one. However, the Apple store does not provide data recovery. So they pretty much left it that I had to decide right there if I was going to take the hard drive and attempt to recover everything, while having a useless computer, or if I wanted a working computer, but no information recovered. In the end, it came down to the fact that I couldn't get anyone to look at the hard drive until Monday, and the guy at the Apple store estimated it would cost $1,000 to recover the data. I would probably end up needing to rewrite the presentation anyway, and I'd need a working computer for that. So, goodbye hard drive.
It was depressing, though. All my music, pictures, art work, and school work from the last year are just gone. There were a lot of drawings that I had put already 10 or so hours into, that I had yet to post online which are just lost to me now.
To make matters even better, all of this was happening on Dan's birthday. So, instead of a fun birthday, he spent the morning with me at the Apple store, and then the rest of the day being ignored while I frantically tried to recreate my presentation. I got everything done on time, but presentation #1 sucked. It was just really terrible. Luckily, I hate the class anyway. Presentation #2, which I had to write in just two days, rather than the week I had planned, actually went really well.
Then four days after that I had to hand in a comprehensive paper proposal, which I was supposed to have done all my research for. Needless to say, i didn't. Instead, I handed in crap. This is partially because I was attempting to fix my relationship, which had become strained during the birthday, followed by a week of panic. Also, my brain chose this moment to freak out about things like save-the-date cards and china patterns. Really. Very helpful.
And that is what I've been doing. Now I have four papers due in the next month, none of which I'm prepared to write. Also, Dan's job hunt for next summer isn't going so great, which means we'll probably finish out this nightmare of schooling living in a cardboard box. Huzzah!