It's paper time again!

Nov 04, 2007 16:45

And this time it's the BIG one! Ok, it's more like the one before the BIG one. I'm working on this 5-page paper that is 20% of my grade for one class, but there's this other one due in a month for my other class and that one is 15 pages. >.< So THAT is the big one. This one is big in that it...counts for 20% of my grade.

At least it is 3-pages done. It shouldn't be terribly hard to come up with the other two. The only thing is that what we're really being graded on is doing it in the proper style, and the manual we have is kind of crappy (but the professor seems unaware of this) and it seems more geared towards doing experiment papers with discussion sections, method sections, etc. This is just...a normal paper. But he saw my draft and didn't make any corrections to it, so I will assume I'm on the right track and keep going, I guess.

Next up, my presentation for next week (our grade on that one is supposedly based on how much we can wow our classmates T_T). And the one after that (but that one's already done because my group is frighteningly efficient, apparently).

*procrastinates even while writing* Remember SPONGEBOB, Hoshi?

Oh, wait! I had a scary, school-related dream I have to share. For some reason, my Tuesdays class was held at my job, so we had computers to sit at, but my keyboard wasn't WORKING, so I had to take it to be replaced. When I walked out the door of the room, I was at the mall. So I guess I worked at the mall. So I went to get a new keyboard at this stall where they sold Barbies and I ran into a classmate who said, "Can you believe this? I can't believe we're failing!" And I looked down at a piece of paper in my hand and my name was highlighted, and the girl explained that this meant I was in danger of failing. I was shocked and said, "How can that be?! I've gotten nothing but good grades so far!" and she said, "It must be cause we missed like two weeks of classes," and I was like "HUWHAT?! Was I DEAD?"

So I got to work on this mystery and it turned out I could time travel if I pinched the palm of my left hand with my right hand's middle and index fingers and chanted "Tuesday...Tuesday...Tuesday..." So I went back two Tuesdays and my keyboard was still broken, so I stole someone else's, but it was really obvious cause theirs was the only black keyboard in the room. So he came over and was like "HEY! Did you take my keyboard?!" and I was like "No, man, I..." and then I ran back to the Barbie stall, but they only had these ugly so-called "Hawaiian style" Barbies with weird colored body parts (red hand, blue leg, etc). And I asked the lady if they had any Native American Barbie dolls but the lady said those were last season, so I had to run back and I ran into my old friend from middle school and she was my nemesis. Apparently, she highlighted my name and was trying to make me fail, but I tried pleading with her and we became friends. But then I went back to class and it was two Tuesdays later and I still had two absences and then I woke up.

My interpretation is...
1. I am stressed out about failing this class somehow even though there is no real evidence that I will.
2. I have this stupid paper in the back of my mind and thus am constantly thinking about Tuesday coming and worried my computer could die before I can write this (the keyboard thing and all).
3. The Barbies are probably due to my recent post about Barbies, and because I think Barbies today are lamer than the ones before.
4. My friend showing up is probably because she is also working on her Master's in the same major as I am, and because I often worried she hated me because I didn't keep in touch as often as I should have.
5. The job thing is because I also have...to go to work. ^_^;
6. The time travel thing is probably because I often wish we could time travel or reset our day like in videogames.
7. The mall thing is probably because I was dying to go to the mall yesterday to get the new Phoenix Wright game, but we went to mini-golf instead, so it is UNFINISHED BUSINESS.

WOW! I'm just a regular psychoanalyst! But probably not.

school, jobs, dreams

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