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So I've been TRYING to work on this final essay since 11AM this morning. Four hours later, I have written TWO PAGES, which brings my sum total to 4. HOO BOY. I am not exactly front runner to be called Mr. Fahrenheit here, nor could anyone properly say that I am traveling at the speed of light.
Instead, I've been watching random videos on youtube and thinking about how much I like Stephen Fry, especially when he HANGS OUT WITH A RHINOCEROS (WHICH IS A REALLY HARD ANIMAL TO SPELL, BTW), and eating half of my body weight in naan (or so it seemed at the time). As per my plan, I am not currently at the Cathedral for the Joy of Christmas concert that's happening at 4PM, but am trying to soldier on with the essay and cover half of the material before 5PM, when I will start heading over to pick up the fabulous Emma, because we have a hot date tonight to see Show Boat.
I do not necessarily do well will essay writing under pressure. I know in my SOUL that I need to finish this essay by Monday so I can start writing the second and have that one done by Thursday, on account of being BOMBARDED on Thursday with the final exams of my students. All that grading will need to get done ASAP (university rules say that final grades need to be up 48 hours after they take their final exam, to which we all say HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!), so I don't have TIME to work on my essays then, except to do final proofreading.
BUT OF COURSE, it is only Sunday! Technically, I have SO MUCH TIME! Whatever the depths of my SOUL may be telling me about time management and other such things, my brain continues to dismiss it as preposterous piffle and wants to watch Stephen Fry crack up while his companion gets shagged by a rare parrot. AH WELL! Who needs finals. NOT ME! I'm too busy scrambling around trying to find an expert on ancient Mesopotamia from the Smithsonian for the Gilgamesh director and trying not to fret about my prospectus defense and fending off students who cannot comprehend the basic mechanics of how to find out their current grade (hint: if you have not yet taken the final exam, it would be wise not to include those points in your tally when it comes time to divide your current total by the total possible points. I'M JUST SAYING.).
Good times.
Now that I have successfully wasted ten minutes, back to Aristotle, who is being VERY TIRESOME. He's NOT the Messiah the subject of this essay, he's a VERY NAUGHTY BOY.
Instead, I've been watching random videos on youtube and thinking about how much I like Stephen Fry, especially when he HANGS OUT WITH A RHINOCEROS (WHICH IS A REALLY HARD ANIMAL TO SPELL, BTW), and eating half of my body weight in naan (or so it seemed at the time). As per my plan, I am not currently at the Cathedral for the Joy of Christmas concert that's happening at 4PM, but am trying to soldier on with the essay and cover half of the material before 5PM, when I will start heading over to pick up the fabulous Emma, because we have a hot date tonight to see Show Boat.
I do not necessarily do well will essay writing under pressure. I know in my SOUL that I need to finish this essay by Monday so I can start writing the second and have that one done by Thursday, on account of being BOMBARDED on Thursday with the final exams of my students. All that grading will need to get done ASAP (university rules say that final grades need to be up 48 hours after they take their final exam, to which we all say HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!), so I don't have TIME to work on my essays then, except to do final proofreading.
BUT OF COURSE, it is only Sunday! Technically, I have SO MUCH TIME! Whatever the depths of my SOUL may be telling me about time management and other such things, my brain continues to dismiss it as preposterous piffle and wants to watch Stephen Fry crack up while his companion gets shagged by a rare parrot. AH WELL! Who needs finals. NOT ME! I'm too busy scrambling around trying to find an expert on ancient Mesopotamia from the Smithsonian for the Gilgamesh director and trying not to fret about my prospectus defense and fending off students who cannot comprehend the basic mechanics of how to find out their current grade (hint: if you have not yet taken the final exam, it would be wise not to include those points in your tally when it comes time to divide your current total by the total possible points. I'M JUST SAYING.).
Good times.
Now that I have successfully wasted ten minutes, back to Aristotle, who is being VERY TIRESOME. He's NOT the Messiah the subject of this essay, he's a VERY NAUGHTY BOY.