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windandwaterI'm awake. Really.
So, I dropped off early last night to work on this stupid rewrite. I managed to spend an hour deciphering all of my Instructor's handwriting and trying to plot my next course of action when I decided I was tired and should sleep.
At 11 PM.
@____@
Wow. Way early for me.
Anyway, I convinced myself I would work better if I slept first and attacked this thing in the morning. Class is at 10:15, the train I need is at 9 AM... wake up at 5! That would give me 4 hours (well, 3 because I was gonna try and shower) to finish this accursed thing.
Alarm goes off at 5. I decide I'm still tired and, hey, I can skip the shower. Everyone else in class will be scuzzy, too. Sleep until 6. Wake up. Freak out because I only have 2-3 hours to finish the damn paper.
I decide: the fuck with it, I just have organization problems. So, I do a hack and slash job on my paper, reorganizing paragraphs and writing as little new material as possible... but just enough to make a difference! I want those 5 points, dammit!
Of course, then there's the editing for coherency and flow.
My god... the editing.
I think it's okay, but I see the word "Miranda" one more time, I may commit justifiable homicide. Urgh.
Shower.
So, I dropped off early last night to work on this stupid rewrite. I managed to spend an hour deciphering all of my Instructor's handwriting and trying to plot my next course of action when I decided I was tired and should sleep.
At 11 PM.
@____@
Wow. Way early for me.
Anyway, I convinced myself I would work better if I slept first and attacked this thing in the morning. Class is at 10:15, the train I need is at 9 AM... wake up at 5! That would give me 4 hours (well, 3 because I was gonna try and shower) to finish this accursed thing.
Alarm goes off at 5. I decide I'm still tired and, hey, I can skip the shower. Everyone else in class will be scuzzy, too. Sleep until 6. Wake up. Freak out because I only have 2-3 hours to finish the damn paper.
I decide: the fuck with it, I just have organization problems. So, I do a hack and slash job on my paper, reorganizing paragraphs and writing as little new material as possible... but just enough to make a difference! I want those 5 points, dammit!
Of course, then there's the editing for coherency and flow.
My god... the editing.
I think it's okay, but I see the word "Miranda" one more time, I may commit justifiable homicide. Urgh.
Shower.
