i just can't fight this feeling anymore
i want to write this quickly, before i collapse from exhaustion and before i forget what it felt like to get something of this magnitude accomplished.
i just finished one of the most stunning feats in the history of modern history research.
3 papers. 15 pages. 3 days. impossible, but true. i didn't leave my room except once a day to go eat and perhaps get some fresh air in the meantime. there were times that i got pretty frustrated with myself and i flipped out on jamey when he and i were playing ncaa football. the stress was slowly starting to get to me, until 12 o'clock when i finished my last paper. after i got three people to read them, i was up till 3 revising, and got only 4 hours sleep.
a mild panic gripped me when i didn't see dr. roberts in our classroom this morning, but with quick instincts i went downstairs to the main office and turned my paper in that way. walking outside the front doors of leconte hall, with its georgian brick rising majestically into the sky, i had never noticed how clear the heavens were this morning. my bus driver was the big guy i really like that always says "have a great day" when i leave. and my room is warm, dark, and quiet.
i know i'll have to study tomorrow for my other tests, but right now, i don't want to think about that. today, i don't want to do anything but sleep; i think i've deserved it.
i just finished one of the most stunning feats in the history of modern history research.
3 papers. 15 pages. 3 days. impossible, but true. i didn't leave my room except once a day to go eat and perhaps get some fresh air in the meantime. there were times that i got pretty frustrated with myself and i flipped out on jamey when he and i were playing ncaa football. the stress was slowly starting to get to me, until 12 o'clock when i finished my last paper. after i got three people to read them, i was up till 3 revising, and got only 4 hours sleep.
a mild panic gripped me when i didn't see dr. roberts in our classroom this morning, but with quick instincts i went downstairs to the main office and turned my paper in that way. walking outside the front doors of leconte hall, with its georgian brick rising majestically into the sky, i had never noticed how clear the heavens were this morning. my bus driver was the big guy i really like that always says "have a great day" when i leave. and my room is warm, dark, and quiet.
i know i'll have to study tomorrow for my other tests, but right now, i don't want to think about that. today, i don't want to do anything but sleep; i think i've deserved it.