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When did this come about??  I wonder how long I must have been away from OU study.  It was always midnight.  And now it's midday.

In fact, someone posted a link that said you should strive to complete 3 days in advance, the cut-off was midday, and there was a 12-hour grace period.  3 days in advance?  What?  One moment.

Deadline: the time by which something must be finished or submitted; the latest time for finishing something.

Really?  I would have thought that was self explanatory? Why not just say midnight?  We're all adults here, we understand the meaning of the word deadline, don't we?  Is there any need to make what was a very simple rule, into 3 separate, contradictory and therefore confusing statements??  I'm not having a grumble, I promise.  I was going to be up all night on this whatever time I had to submit.  I just can't see what the point of changing a deadline from midnight to 'midday with a grace period of 12 hours' was exactly.  Is the implication that we're a bit stupid?  Perhaps that the 24-hour clock could cause some confusion, 00:00 could be mistaken for 12:00... but of the following day then?  They wouldn't be concerned about an earlier submission.  So that implies confusion about dates.  If you can't get a handle on the date, then there's not a massive amount of scope for success with a full-blown degree anyway I wouldn't think.  I think perhaps I resent the notion of a grace period.  Especially as it just used to be there, to use, nothing gracious about it.  I feel like my tutor will be sitting there from midday checking his watch, feeling forced into graciousness against his will.

All it means is that I am consumed with concern about submitting after midday (although my tutor has confirmed it can be after that, provided it is before midnight).  Still, I have 9 hours before I miss the second of the three deadlines (something I believed to be a nonsensical statement until tonight).  Plenty of time to reorder 6,000 odd words, delete a few thousand, and replace with a few thousand different ones.  I have some cheese and crackers, a jar of mustard, and aside from a brief moment of weakness with a crabbies ginger beer, I have had a focused night.

I have promised myself all sorts of unnecessary but delightful rewards tomorrow.  Not that I'll be awake.  I think this is one of those times, when if someone was awake to speak with me, they would gently tell me that I am becoming ever so slightly repetitive.  The trouble is, I'm trying to do quite an in-depth business analysis, and all I can think about is why they changed the deadline.  As the saying goes, if it ain't broke, don't fix it. It's a terrible curse to be plagued by such dull anxieties.  I have a friend who worries a great deal about being abducted by aliens.  I should strive to get to a more interesting level of broken record syndrome.

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