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So the bad thing happened today - the place I thought I was going to go to is a bust. Almost coincidentally, my backup plan, when I went to it, I ran into precisely the person I needed to if I wanted to keep an extended tour of the place. So tomorrow, during public viewing hours, I think I'm going back and I'll see if I can't arrange something cool while I do some observation. Kill two birds with one stone. Admittedly, I only have a week from tomorrow to write the damn thing, but that's what the weekend is for, right? Assuming, of course, that I don't blow it off doing other things... like helping my sister harass someone off their rocker.
That said, there was progress today. I sat down and turned my notes into a paper. Said paper stretches out to page seven. It's a five-six page paper. This is very good, as it isn't due until next month. This means I can edit, revise, and get rid of extraneous material, if I need to. It also clears off my annoyances so that I can concentrate on writing the paper that's due next Thursday. It says fifteen hundred words. I hope I can make fifteen hundred words and still have enough brainpower in that week to next to scratch out a topic suggestion for my big paper. Welcome to graduate school - finish one thing, start on the next. Stop only when the Wings are playing hockey, the college is playing football (or field hockey, or volleyball), and when you need to without going insane. In some cases, the last situation is not acceptable. Yeah, so I'm better, but still in full-fledged panic mode. Ah, for the days where Millicent's attitude could be taken. (She does remind me of Calvin when she does that.)
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2dlife provides a startling observation about the nature of the world, both in the real and the RP:
ANGST, WOE AND DRAMA = RANDOM SAGA WANTED = 'TWAS AN ARMAGEDDON
The more I think about it, the more I think he's got it. So, I need to lay off the angst myself. (I hope that constant complaining about my college-induced state of mind doesn't count. Otherwise, my teeth are rotting out with the angst right about now...) To that end, I constructed a list of due dates this semester and will check the bastards off as I finish them and turn them in.
That said, there was progress today. I sat down and turned my notes into a paper. Said paper stretches out to page seven. It's a five-six page paper. This is very good, as it isn't due until next month. This means I can edit, revise, and get rid of extraneous material, if I need to. It also clears off my annoyances so that I can concentrate on writing the paper that's due next Thursday. It says fifteen hundred words. I hope I can make fifteen hundred words and still have enough brainpower in that week to next to scratch out a topic suggestion for my big paper. Welcome to graduate school - finish one thing, start on the next. Stop only when the Wings are playing hockey, the college is playing football (or field hockey, or volleyball), and when you need to without going insane. In some cases, the last situation is not acceptable. Yeah, so I'm better, but still in full-fledged panic mode. Ah, for the days where Millicent's attitude could be taken. (She does remind me of Calvin when she does that.)
Also,
2dlife provides a startling observation about the nature of the world, both in the real and the RP: ANGST, WOE AND DRAMA = RANDOM SAGA WANTED = 'TWAS AN ARMAGEDDON
The more I think about it, the more I think he's got it. So, I need to lay off the angst myself. (I hope that constant complaining about my college-induced state of mind doesn't count. Otherwise, my teeth are rotting out with the angst right about now...) To that end, I constructed a list of due dates this semester and will check the bastards off as I finish them and turn them in.
