* not recommended for amateurs
11:00 a.m. Finish teaching first-year writing; head to office in order to isolate self from distractions and begin writing paper
11:07 Remember that you need to give Tolkien Boy a new mixed CD
11:08 Stop by Writing Center computer lab to give aforementioned CD to aforementioned boy
11:10 Run into thesis chair in hall; talk to thesis chair about rest of committee
11:14 Stop by graduate offices to check email, shoot the breeze
11:53 Make it to office; open book; see block quote from important source; realize that you don’t have important source; return to grad offices to check library catalog
12:14 Library has book; leave student appointment a note saying that you’ll be right back
12:36 Return to office with book, plus four others, quite pleased with self; begin reading again
1:02 Woken by student knocking on door
1:16 Finish conferencing with student; decide isolation is dangerous; head home to computer
2:30 Sister agrees to wake you so you can take 20 minute nap
6:10 Sister remembers to wake you
7:00 Take bath to wake self up
8:00 Check email; blogs; blue-beta; blogs again; email again
9:45 Decide brain food is needed; run to Pudding on the Rice for an all-night supply
10:00 Decide caffeine is also a good idea; stop at Albertsons
10:03 Recognize happy and recently engaged couple from high school; return to beverage aisle to avoid them
10:06 Decide it’s safe to purchase Diet Coke and leave the store; wind up behind couple in check-out line
10:07 Exchange pleasantries; discuss grad program with Gyn while Guy pays for groceries
10:15 Walk out of Albertsons feeling good about single status
10:16 Single status leads to thinking about SA boy leads to thinking about SA boy leads to thinking about SA boy
10:35 Still thinking about SA boy
10:52 Write thesis by hand; need break—rice pudding and Diet Coke. . . and first few scenes of Clue
12:00 Mr. Body and the cook are dead. Didn’t remember Martin Mull, but he’s funny. Oh, and my paper. . .
12:49 First paragraph!
12:52 Stupid song stuck in my head, thanks to TB, who finally hit his stride. I’m still waiting. . .
1:13 Decide to stop blogging and write the damn thing.
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5 comments:
good grief.
I'm thinking of you as I finish up (ahem, rewrite) my twenty-page paper in the next seven hours, five if I go to my other class, and four if I skim the reading for that class. And three if I keep checking blogs instead of (re-)writing. (It's a really bad paper.)
Let us praise and give thanks for really bad papers written at three in the morning!
Who cares? We're all going to graduate anyway...or at least I am...
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I have a couple extra paragraphs lying around if you want them.
You sound like me. Except that this is probably the first semester ever where I haven't procrastinated.
I remember last year I'd still be sitting out in the living room typing up my final paper when EmmaLee would get home from work at the hospital and wonder why I was still awake.
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