i'm also very fond of the "official 'we're doomed'" thread.
have you ever limpingly finished a paper somewhere in the neighborhood of 24 hours before it was actually due and thought, "well, this is pretty rough, but i'll polish it up tomorrow," and then just turned it in right before the deadline without even really looking at it again? that's ... pretty much where i'm at right now, although i did spend 10 minutes trying to convince the pm that i thought the suggested page limit in the assignment prompt was a typo, so that kind of counts for, um, something?
although i do think it says something really special about, well, everything, that i spent most of yesterday afternoon sitting on my couch, so hung over that at times i stopped doing anything and just stared painfully into space, trying to write my last graduate school final while watching sox in two, the two-hour replay of friday night's red sox game. that ... pretty much covers all the bases, pun absolutely intended.
i went to a liberal arts school! the last time i drank out of a keg, i was, like, nineteen!
also, on friday i got a haircut. the lady who cuts my hair asked me if i wanted the same cut as last time and i said, "maybe even a little shorter in the back, for summer." and she said, "so take off three inches in the back?" and i said, "sounds good!" because, what do i know, it's not like i spend a lot of time back there with a ruler. HAHAH. my hair is totally a quarter-inch long in the back (and chin-length in the front). which is fine, really, it means that i won't want to kill myself for the last three weeks before my next haircut, but right now it's just ... very short! it also feels like i have officially graduated from cookie cutter a-line bob to extreme! scenster! haircut, and i highly doubt i am edgy enough to effectively pull this off.
okay, i just clicked submit. do you think it's a bad sign that i did the math and figured out that i could get an F- on this paper and still have a B+ for the quarter? i think it's a sign i was probably not meant to go back to school for graduate study.
although i do think it says something really special about, well, everything, that i spent most of yesterday afternoon sitting on my couch, so hung over that at times i stopped doing anything and just stared painfully into space, trying to write my last graduate school final while watching sox in two, the two-hour replay of friday night's red sox game. that ... pretty much covers all the bases, pun absolutely intended.
i went to a liberal arts school! the last time i drank out of a keg, i was, like, nineteen!
also, on friday i got a haircut. the lady who cuts my hair asked me if i wanted the same cut as last time and i said, "maybe even a little shorter in the back, for summer." and she said, "so take off three inches in the back?" and i said, "sounds good!" because, what do i know, it's not like i spend a lot of time back there with a ruler. HAHAH. my hair is totally a quarter-inch long in the back (and chin-length in the front). which is fine, really, it means that i won't want to kill myself for the last three weeks before my next haircut, but right now it's just ... very short! it also feels like i have officially graduated from cookie cutter a-line bob to extreme! scenster! haircut, and i highly doubt i am edgy enough to effectively pull this off.
okay, i just clicked submit. do you think it's a bad sign that i did the math and figured out that i could get an F- on this paper and still have a B+ for the quarter? i think it's a sign i was probably not meant to go back to school for graduate study.