Merry Christmas and Happy Boxing Day (I'm always late, haha)
Merry Christmas and Happy "That Day After Christmas With The Sales"!
It's been an up and down Christmas. I'm not in that big of a mood to write in here right now, but I figure I should write something, since... a lot has happened since my last entry!
I finished my exams - Algebra, Calculus and finally History of Western Intellectual Thought. They all went as well as expected or better. It was very bizarre... My Calculus exam was a week ago today (a.k.a. last Monday) in the morning. By that night, it seemed awfully quiet in my residence... by the end of the day, I was the absolute last person left on my floor. All the doors were open and the rooms were stripped bare. It was actually really terrifying, and screwed with my head something fierce. The next day I got to basically study in silence for my final exam, History of W.I.T. It was only 2 hours long, from 7:30-9:30 PM.
Good and bad news time. As I handed in my exam, my prof turned to me and said, "Oh. Do you still owe me an essay?" Now, in the post "I Can't Wait", I talked about blowing it this semester? Well, in the end, I never did hand in my paper in this class, thanks to starting late and then allowing my mistakes to pile up. I had steeled myself over to take the 30% drop in my grade, knowing that I would at least pass. Anyway, I responded to my professor with a bit of a glum nod. He then asked, "Do you think you could get that into me in the next couple of days? I mean, it's worth 40% of your mark, so if you don't get it in... you're doomed." I did a bit of a mental double-take, quickly said that it would be possible, and he described where to drop off the paper. I thanked him and left for my room.
So, my current situation was a funny one. The good news was, suddenly I'd been handed salvation on a platter, and a hope that maybe I could salvage my semester. The bad news was, "the next couple of days" was not an option. The exam ended at 9pm on Tuesday, but my dad was coming to pick me up at 10am the next morning. That gave me less that 13 hours to write an entire paper and hand it in, all right after my last exam (when I was obviously in no mood to work at all... I walked into the exam thinking that I'd be finished schoolwork for four months when I walked out!).
Although I was initially energized, I began to slip into the mindset described in "I Can't Wait"... I started feeling helpless, like I should punish myself or look to the future instead, forsaking this semester as unsalvageable. In order to keep myself awake at least, I started to clean and organize my things to bring home. There were many trips to the recycling bins as I slowly cleared away my *cough* bottle collection that I had accumulated over the semester, having been too lazy to recycle it as I drank it. I started going back and forth between cleaning and writing the paper. Luckily, I had some research done from my first attempt at writing it, and in fact, still had the library books (20 days overdue... I'm such a disorganized bastard :P ). By the time 9:30 rolled around, I was set. Library books and essay in hand, I tied up the loose ends I had left. Finding the drop-off box for my essay took absolutely forever (and no one in the building had any idea where it was, haha) but it was finally delivered safe and sound. It took so long to find the box that, in fact, I was pushing it for time now with my dad, who was just going to phone me once he was in the parking lot directly outside my residence.
I quickly dropped off the three overdue books and paid the fines ($16.50! It burns!) and rushed back to my residence where, sure enough, my dad was already waiting. Oops! I explained about returning the books, and then we set about getting everything in my room into the car. Over the night, I had managed to organize everything almost completely, so that getting everything into boxes and bags took only about twenty minutes. After a huge number of trips up and down the stairs (being on the third floor sucks for moving...) and a lot of shoving into the car later, we were on the road.
I'm tired of writing, lol. I've written much longer in one sitting before, but my heart isn't in it right now. Just not in a "writing mood", as I'm sure most other people who try to write a blog can understand, haha ;) So, I'll talk maybe more about my own Christmas later, but for now, I hope everyone is having an awesome holiday season so far. Go out, be merry (but not Pippin... hohoho, I'm so funny) and enjoy the season. Peace!
It's been an up and down Christmas. I'm not in that big of a mood to write in here right now, but I figure I should write something, since... a lot has happened since my last entry!
I finished my exams - Algebra, Calculus and finally History of Western Intellectual Thought. They all went as well as expected or better. It was very bizarre... My Calculus exam was a week ago today (a.k.a. last Monday) in the morning. By that night, it seemed awfully quiet in my residence... by the end of the day, I was the absolute last person left on my floor. All the doors were open and the rooms were stripped bare. It was actually really terrifying, and screwed with my head something fierce. The next day I got to basically study in silence for my final exam, History of W.I.T. It was only 2 hours long, from 7:30-9:30 PM.
Good and bad news time. As I handed in my exam, my prof turned to me and said, "Oh. Do you still owe me an essay?" Now, in the post "I Can't Wait", I talked about blowing it this semester? Well, in the end, I never did hand in my paper in this class, thanks to starting late and then allowing my mistakes to pile up. I had steeled myself over to take the 30% drop in my grade, knowing that I would at least pass. Anyway, I responded to my professor with a bit of a glum nod. He then asked, "Do you think you could get that into me in the next couple of days? I mean, it's worth 40% of your mark, so if you don't get it in... you're doomed." I did a bit of a mental double-take, quickly said that it would be possible, and he described where to drop off the paper. I thanked him and left for my room.
So, my current situation was a funny one. The good news was, suddenly I'd been handed salvation on a platter, and a hope that maybe I could salvage my semester. The bad news was, "the next couple of days" was not an option. The exam ended at 9pm on Tuesday, but my dad was coming to pick me up at 10am the next morning. That gave me less that 13 hours to write an entire paper and hand it in, all right after my last exam (when I was obviously in no mood to work at all... I walked into the exam thinking that I'd be finished schoolwork for four months when I walked out!).
Although I was initially energized, I began to slip into the mindset described in "I Can't Wait"... I started feeling helpless, like I should punish myself or look to the future instead, forsaking this semester as unsalvageable. In order to keep myself awake at least, I started to clean and organize my things to bring home. There were many trips to the recycling bins as I slowly cleared away my *cough* bottle collection that I had accumulated over the semester, having been too lazy to recycle it as I drank it. I started going back and forth between cleaning and writing the paper. Luckily, I had some research done from my first attempt at writing it, and in fact, still had the library books (20 days overdue... I'm such a disorganized bastard :P ). By the time 9:30 rolled around, I was set. Library books and essay in hand, I tied up the loose ends I had left. Finding the drop-off box for my essay took absolutely forever (and no one in the building had any idea where it was, haha) but it was finally delivered safe and sound. It took so long to find the box that, in fact, I was pushing it for time now with my dad, who was just going to phone me once he was in the parking lot directly outside my residence.
I quickly dropped off the three overdue books and paid the fines ($16.50! It burns!) and rushed back to my residence where, sure enough, my dad was already waiting. Oops! I explained about returning the books, and then we set about getting everything in my room into the car. Over the night, I had managed to organize everything almost completely, so that getting everything into boxes and bags took only about twenty minutes. After a huge number of trips up and down the stairs (being on the third floor sucks for moving...) and a lot of shoving into the car later, we were on the road.
I'm tired of writing, lol. I've written much longer in one sitting before, but my heart isn't in it right now. Just not in a "writing mood", as I'm sure most other people who try to write a blog can understand, haha ;) So, I'll talk maybe more about my own Christmas later, but for now, I hope everyone is having an awesome holiday season so far. Go out, be merry (but not Pippin... hohoho, I'm so funny) and enjoy the season. Peace!