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I have finally found a paper that I just cannot write. Why, oh why did I EVER take a class called "Shakespeare Sonnets"? I despise writing about poems because, in my experience, professors have been far more subjective when it comes to grading. If they agree with my interpretation, I am brilliant and intuitive and here you are, A+. If they disagree, I am confused and could have read more into it and perhaps missed a main point and, well, here's a C - better luck next time.
I have three papers to write for this class in two weeks. Of course, we are only supposed to write one paper for week but I am more or less going to have to plead for mercy as I Fucked Up Royally yet again by being so scatterbrained. I have three papers to go. Fifteen pages total. I have half a page. I admit defeat. Sadly, it is far too late for me to withdraw, and even if I could, I must have a senior seminar to graduate. I have to pass this class to graduate. This is the only class I have worried about passing.
If you have any urge to leave a comment that includes something along the lines of, "Oh, Lauren, chin up, you'll figure it out" or "Oh, you'll be fine," or "Oh, you'll come up with something," or Oh, anything, spare me. Write me a goddamn paper on Sonnet 108 and we'll talk. And no, don't advise me to go talk to Heacox because he already thinks I am a juvenile slacker because of my horrible presentation on Sonnet 94. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I have three papers to write for this class in two weeks. Of course, we are only supposed to write one paper for week but I am more or less going to have to plead for mercy as I Fucked Up Royally yet again by being so scatterbrained. I have three papers to go. Fifteen pages total. I have half a page. I admit defeat. Sadly, it is far too late for me to withdraw, and even if I could, I must have a senior seminar to graduate. I have to pass this class to graduate. This is the only class I have worried about passing.
If you have any urge to leave a comment that includes something along the lines of, "Oh, Lauren, chin up, you'll figure it out" or "Oh, you'll be fine," or "Oh, you'll come up with something," or Oh, anything, spare me. Write me a goddamn paper on Sonnet 108 and we'll talk. And no, don't advise me to go talk to Heacox because he already thinks I am a juvenile slacker because of my horrible presentation on Sonnet 94. Stupid, stupid, stupid.