Welcome to Finals Week.
This semester, it is comprised of cigarette smoke wafting in from the hallway
mixing with the raspberry in my tea.
This semester, I pore over my German book,
leaving International Conflicts
(Oh blessed easy class)
for tomorrow morning.
This semester means no music for the 1 a.m. student
The pounding headache is enough
And there are some verbs that even Paul McCartney
can't conjugate.
This semester is looking around and wondering, once again,
how things will look next time.
And how oh how will everything fit in my suitcase
And how do I get more people to follow me on Twitter?
This semester creeps to a close, me teetering on the edge between night and dawn
Still studying,
Trying not to think that in a few days
I'll be standing on American soil again
And my parents will be there to greet me
In English.
Showing posts with label Procrastination. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Procrastination. Show all posts
Monday, December 12, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
Friday Doings
Not that my day has been particularly earth-shattering (so far), but if you've been wondering what exactly occurs in my daily life that leads me to post the way I do, here you go:
7:11 a.m. (for some reason whenever I wake up during the night or early in the morning before going back to sleep, I always remember the exact time I woke up, down to the minute. Weird.) Woke up coughing (that's right, The Cold still lives.), bobbed head up to gulp water and check clock. Bobbed head back down and feel back to sleep.
8:00 a.m. My alarm went off. Time to get up for real. Did I? Nope.
8:49 a.m. Woke up again. Bobbed head up to see that The Roommate was dressed and reaching for her backpack. She has class at 9:15 as well. Gave shriek of horror, then jumped out of bed and rushed around getting dressed. For the first time in about a year I didn't have time to put mascara on (sad, I know).
9:05 a.m. Left dorm with The Roommate, heading to class. It was snowing outside, which for some reason disoriented me. Isn't March supposed to mean spring? Or is this just the lion end?
9:15 a.m. American Literature II began. We discussed George Chesnutt's "The Goophered Grapevine." I liked the story all right, but I don't think it's something I could write a 4 page paper on. Unfortunately, I have no choice, as I've procrastinated on the required paper all semester.
10:20 a.m. Class ended. I walked back to my dorm via The Student Center because it's warm and because I like to see what's going on.
10:25 a.m. Back in room. Folded/hung up laundry from last night. The wrinkles, I suppose, are my own fault.
11:14 a.m. Walked with The Roommate to lunch. Ate with Katie, Evan, Mariah, Aaron, Tim and King. I had fish, a salad, and a cookie, in case you were wondering.
11:35 a.m. Headed to class.
11:45 a.m. Beginning German II began. We had a test on Wednesday, so we started a new unit today. Said new unit is all about food and drink, apparently, which should be interesting. I embarrassed myself considerably by shouting out "Spinach!!" when the professor asked what the green blob in the picture was. It wasn't spinach. It was noodles. Hmph. Looked like spinach.
12:50 p.m. Deutsch over, walked back to dorm with Aaron (a different Aaron from the one I ate lunch with).
1:00 p.m. Chatted with The Roommate a little bit before plopping down on my bed with Mac. Went through my bookmarks bar, as I do a few times every day. Here's the order: Facebook, UMM email, Apple movie trailers, IMDB, The Pioneer Woman, 4 or so other random blogs I follow, and a quote-of-the-day website. I usually try to check BBC and Huffington Post as well, but didn't feel like it today. Then, of course, I came to my own blog. Hi.
7:11 a.m. (for some reason whenever I wake up during the night or early in the morning before going back to sleep, I always remember the exact time I woke up, down to the minute. Weird.) Woke up coughing (that's right, The Cold still lives.), bobbed head up to gulp water and check clock. Bobbed head back down and feel back to sleep.
8:00 a.m. My alarm went off. Time to get up for real. Did I? Nope.
8:49 a.m. Woke up again. Bobbed head up to see that The Roommate was dressed and reaching for her backpack. She has class at 9:15 as well. Gave shriek of horror, then jumped out of bed and rushed around getting dressed. For the first time in about a year I didn't have time to put mascara on (sad, I know).
9:05 a.m. Left dorm with The Roommate, heading to class. It was snowing outside, which for some reason disoriented me. Isn't March supposed to mean spring? Or is this just the lion end?
9:15 a.m. American Literature II began. We discussed George Chesnutt's "The Goophered Grapevine." I liked the story all right, but I don't think it's something I could write a 4 page paper on. Unfortunately, I have no choice, as I've procrastinated on the required paper all semester.
10:20 a.m. Class ended. I walked back to my dorm via The Student Center because it's warm and because I like to see what's going on.
10:25 a.m. Back in room. Folded/hung up laundry from last night. The wrinkles, I suppose, are my own fault.
11:14 a.m. Walked with The Roommate to lunch. Ate with Katie, Evan, Mariah, Aaron, Tim and King. I had fish, a salad, and a cookie, in case you were wondering.
11:35 a.m. Headed to class.
11:45 a.m. Beginning German II began. We had a test on Wednesday, so we started a new unit today. Said new unit is all about food and drink, apparently, which should be interesting. I embarrassed myself considerably by shouting out "Spinach!!" when the professor asked what the green blob in the picture was. It wasn't spinach. It was noodles. Hmph. Looked like spinach.
12:50 p.m. Deutsch over, walked back to dorm with Aaron (a different Aaron from the one I ate lunch with).
1:00 p.m. Chatted with The Roommate a little bit before plopping down on my bed with Mac. Went through my bookmarks bar, as I do a few times every day. Here's the order: Facebook, UMM email, Apple movie trailers, IMDB, The Pioneer Woman, 4 or so other random blogs I follow, and a quote-of-the-day website. I usually try to check BBC and Huffington Post as well, but didn't feel like it today. Then, of course, I came to my own blog. Hi.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
The Consequences of Folly
While writing the majority of a 10 page research paper at about 5 a.m. this morning (after having pulled at all-nighter), I was suddenly reminded of a certain chapter in Betsy Was a Junior, entitled "The Consequences of Folly:"
"We bought the paper covers and the glue and things ages ago."
"But then we forgot all about them."
"And now he wants them turned in tomorrow and he says they will count for one fourth of our year's marks! It's awful!" said Betsy, summarizing. "It's a perfectly awful situation!"
The rest of the Crowd had gone riding in Carney's auto, but Betsy, Tacy and Tib had not been able to go. They had come face to face at last with the matter of herbariums.
"'A herbarium,'" said Betsy, "'is a collection of dried and pressed specimens of plants, usually mounted or otherwise prepared for permanent preservation and systematically arranged in paper covers placed in boxes or cases.'"
"You know the definition all right," said Tib. "But you can't turn in a definition tomorrow."
"How many flowers did he say we had to have?"
"Fifty."
"We might as well tell him we haven't made them and all flunk the course," said practical Tib. "At least we can all take it again together in the fall."
"But we'll be seniors then!" cried Betsy. "I don't want to be in Gaston's biology again with all the juniors! Why don't we try to make the herbariums tonight? There have to be at least fifty kinds of flowers up on the Big Hill! We can label all night long."
Tacy's eyes began to shine. "Let's try. It would be fun."
"All right," said Tib. "I'm willing if you are. You can come, I think, but we can't let Papa and Mamma know we're awake all night."
After a long night of picking, drying, pasting, and labeling, along with discovering that there was a reason the herbariums had been assigned way back at the beginning of the year, Betsy, Tacy and Tib come to the very realization I came to at around 3 a.m. this morning:
"I think," said Tib, as they walked down Hill Street, "that this was an idiotic thing to do."
Betsy and Tacy grunted.
"Why, I realized last night that I would have enjoyed making a herbarium. I like to do that sort of thing. I could have made a good one."
"So could I," admitted Tacy.
"Well, I couldn't," said Betsy. "But I should have been interested at least. I'm crazy enough about flowers."
"We bought the paper covers and the glue and things ages ago."
"But then we forgot all about them."
"And now he wants them turned in tomorrow and he says they will count for one fourth of our year's marks! It's awful!" said Betsy, summarizing. "It's a perfectly awful situation!"
The rest of the Crowd had gone riding in Carney's auto, but Betsy, Tacy and Tib had not been able to go. They had come face to face at last with the matter of herbariums.
"'A herbarium,'" said Betsy, "'is a collection of dried and pressed specimens of plants, usually mounted or otherwise prepared for permanent preservation and systematically arranged in paper covers placed in boxes or cases.'"
"You know the definition all right," said Tib. "But you can't turn in a definition tomorrow."
"How many flowers did he say we had to have?"
"Fifty."
"We might as well tell him we haven't made them and all flunk the course," said practical Tib. "At least we can all take it again together in the fall."
"But we'll be seniors then!" cried Betsy. "I don't want to be in Gaston's biology again with all the juniors! Why don't we try to make the herbariums tonight? There have to be at least fifty kinds of flowers up on the Big Hill! We can label all night long."
Tacy's eyes began to shine. "Let's try. It would be fun."
"All right," said Tib. "I'm willing if you are. You can come, I think, but we can't let Papa and Mamma know we're awake all night."
After a long night of picking, drying, pasting, and labeling, along with discovering that there was a reason the herbariums had been assigned way back at the beginning of the year, Betsy, Tacy and Tib come to the very realization I came to at around 3 a.m. this morning:
"I think," said Tib, as they walked down Hill Street, "that this was an idiotic thing to do."
Betsy and Tacy grunted.
"Why, I realized last night that I would have enjoyed making a herbarium. I like to do that sort of thing. I could have made a good one."
"So could I," admitted Tacy.
"Well, I couldn't," said Betsy. "But I should have been interested at least. I'm crazy enough about flowers."
Saturday, August 14, 2010
In Which Summer Is At An End
I think that the hardest part of packing for college is that it's very difficult to know where to begin. Even if you have a massive packing list you've been adding to for about a week, and even if you have a pile of necessities (results of a Target shopping spree) littering the floor of the office, and even if you are armed with a good attitude and an itunes account full of good hype-up music, in the end it is still easy to be overwhelmed by the magnitude of the task before you.
You are packing your whole life, after all. Everything you need to survive until at least fall break, that is. Plus, everything you need to make a good impression on future dorm mates, and to generally keep you from going insane; awesome retro posters, non-dorky pictures of your family, a solid array of DVDs, novels you'll never have time to read, etc.
Besides packing, I've been focusing on getting through my last two days of work at Target. Stupidly, I chose to go out with a bang of exhaustion, i.e. two 4 a.m. to 12:30 p.m. shifts. These beautiful shifts will be going down today (Sunday) and tomorrow (Monday), and then I leave on Tuesday for Morris.
The reason I'm going back to school so early (I don't remember if I've mentioned this or not), is because I'm an Orientation Group Leader (OGL), and all OGL's are required to go through freshman-helping training before the actual freshman move in. I appreciate this training immensely; I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm still not sure where some of the offices are on campus, and what some of the offices are even for. A refresher will be quite welcome.
I'm sorry that I have to end here, without mentioning anything particularly interesting, but I'm just coming out of my slump, you see. I did write about a page of my firstlinefiction story earlier this evening, but it has yet to really take off. We'll see.
You are packing your whole life, after all. Everything you need to survive until at least fall break, that is. Plus, everything you need to make a good impression on future dorm mates, and to generally keep you from going insane; awesome retro posters, non-dorky pictures of your family, a solid array of DVDs, novels you'll never have time to read, etc.
Besides packing, I've been focusing on getting through my last two days of work at Target. Stupidly, I chose to go out with a bang of exhaustion, i.e. two 4 a.m. to 12:30 p.m. shifts. These beautiful shifts will be going down today (Sunday) and tomorrow (Monday), and then I leave on Tuesday for Morris.
The reason I'm going back to school so early (I don't remember if I've mentioned this or not), is because I'm an Orientation Group Leader (OGL), and all OGL's are required to go through freshman-helping training before the actual freshman move in. I appreciate this training immensely; I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm still not sure where some of the offices are on campus, and what some of the offices are even for. A refresher will be quite welcome.
I'm sorry that I have to end here, without mentioning anything particularly interesting, but I'm just coming out of my slump, you see. I did write about a page of my firstlinefiction story earlier this evening, but it has yet to really take off. We'll see.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Microsoft Word Will Not Defeat Me
It is currently 2:48 a.m. and I'm up writing a paper for College Writing. Actually, I'm revising it; the final draft is due tomorrow.
I have about a page and a half to go, and I'm feeling fairly optimistic. I just want this paper to be good. I really, really want it to be good.
My C.W. professor has been pushing me all semester. From the beginning he told me (not to brag, sorry) that I have great instincts and that my writing is way above the typical freshman's. He then informed me that he would be grading me harder than the other students so that I'd become an even better writer.
Cool beans.
However, needless to say, I'm feeling a bit of pressure here.
I have about a page and a half to go, and I'm feeling fairly optimistic. I just want this paper to be good. I really, really want it to be good.
My C.W. professor has been pushing me all semester. From the beginning he told me (not to brag, sorry) that I have great instincts and that my writing is way above the typical freshman's. He then informed me that he would be grading me harder than the other students so that I'd become an even better writer.
Cool beans.
However, needless to say, I'm feeling a bit of pressure here.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
IthinkIcanIthinkIcanIthinkIcanIthinkIcan
I think I can:
a) finish the five page argumentative research essay on "A Clockwork Orange" that I've undertaken to write in one day.
b) study for my Intro. to Literature quiz afterwards.
c) take a shower without falling asleep and drowning.
d) not go on facebook for the rest of the night.
e) get through tomorrow.
I know I can:
a) enjoy the weekend.
a) finish the five page argumentative research essay on "A Clockwork Orange" that I've undertaken to write in one day.
b) study for my Intro. to Literature quiz afterwards.
c) take a shower without falling asleep and drowning.
d) not go on facebook for the rest of the night.
e) get through tomorrow.
I know I can:
a) enjoy the weekend.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Procrastination
It happens to all of us.
There you sit. Your feet are firmly on the floor, your back is straight, your fingers arched gracefully above the keyboard. But nothing is happening, really. So here comes Facebook, MLIA, YouTube, BBC. Homework can wait a few hours, or at least until desperation sets in.
What am I currently procrastinating on?
Writing an article for the University Register. It's going to be about the aftermath of the Fort Hood shootings, which is actually a fairly interesting topic, but I just don't feel like writing at the moment. It doesn't help that I started rereading Gone With The Wind a few days ago, and am now having trouble putting it down.
My deadline is tomorrow at noon, so I do have time, I suppose.
What else is going on?
5:30 p.m. My dorm floor is having a pizza party/meeting
7:00 p.m. College Bowl meeting
9:13 p.m. Community Council meeting
10:00 p.m. Pirates of the Caribbean, the Musical meeting
Bed will hopefully follow shortly after Pirates.
Hmm what else?
I memorized an Emily Dickinson poem the other night. Memorizing poetry is something that is strangely easy for me. My grandpa gave me his book of poetry shortly before he died, and every so often I take it out and learn a poem or two. It usually only takes me about fifteen minutes, depending on the length of the poem. Anyway, here's the Emily Dickinson. It's short, but quite powerful, I think:
Not in Vain
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain:
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
There you sit. Your feet are firmly on the floor, your back is straight, your fingers arched gracefully above the keyboard. But nothing is happening, really. So here comes Facebook, MLIA, YouTube, BBC. Homework can wait a few hours, or at least until desperation sets in.
What am I currently procrastinating on?
Writing an article for the University Register. It's going to be about the aftermath of the Fort Hood shootings, which is actually a fairly interesting topic, but I just don't feel like writing at the moment. It doesn't help that I started rereading Gone With The Wind a few days ago, and am now having trouble putting it down.
My deadline is tomorrow at noon, so I do have time, I suppose.
What else is going on?
5:30 p.m. My dorm floor is having a pizza party/meeting
7:00 p.m. College Bowl meeting
9:13 p.m. Community Council meeting
10:00 p.m. Pirates of the Caribbean, the Musical meeting
Bed will hopefully follow shortly after Pirates.
Hmm what else?
I memorized an Emily Dickinson poem the other night. Memorizing poetry is something that is strangely easy for me. My grandpa gave me his book of poetry shortly before he died, and every so often I take it out and learn a poem or two. It usually only takes me about fifteen minutes, depending on the length of the poem. Anyway, here's the Emily Dickinson. It's short, but quite powerful, I think:
Not in Vain
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain:
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Sunday, Sunday (So Good to Me)
I leave for college on Sunday. Sunday. At about 7 a.m.
I work almost all day Saturday (it's the big Ki-Chi-Saga Days street sale at the drug store).
So that means...
Tomorrow is my last day to pack.
The problem is I haven't even started packing yet! Holy cow!
I have almost everything I need, I just need to put it together.
Hopefully I can accomplish this in a day.
Everybody pray.
Please.
Fin.
I work almost all day Saturday (it's the big Ki-Chi-Saga Days street sale at the drug store).
So that means...
Tomorrow is my last day to pack.
The problem is I haven't even started packing yet! Holy cow!
I have almost everything I need, I just need to put it together.
Hopefully I can accomplish this in a day.
Everybody pray.
Please.
Fin.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Remember Me? No? Darn it.
Hey remember me? The one who used to blog fairly regularly but hasn't updated in about three months? I hope it sounds familiar.
Well, I'm back. Not to blog right now, unfortunately. No time right now. But just to say that I am alive and well and will be writing very, very soon.
I promise.
Well, I'm back. Not to blog right now, unfortunately. No time right now. But just to say that I am alive and well and will be writing very, very soon.
I promise.
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