My mother phoned me ealier. I didn't answer because she's not one for a quick phone call and I had, and still have, a huge amount of work to do for this assignment (under 14 hours remaining). So she left a voicemail. It said, in a sweet, happy voice, 'aaw, I don't blame you for not answering, bet you're glad you got it in, hope you're off enjoying the sunshine somewhere, have a drink on me'... or something to that effect. Lovely, apart from the time aspect.
So I sent her a text 'Remember the poem about the months? All the rest have 31?! Well this is one of those. The deadline is midday on 1st, today is 31st, so I am working all day and all night'.
Really?! Keep up! Only yesterday I told her it was due in on 1st. So that just made me resent this assignment even more than I was before.
Anyway. I have done the research question at long last. I am part way through writing an abstract about someone else's work, which is proving almost equally as irritating. I guess that will take me up to midnight. Then I have to read the text book. Then I have to answer a question on the stuff I've read. It's going to be close. I've worked hard this week though, so I can't be criticised too much.
One of my best friends starts her final exams tomorrow for her Law degree. One a day on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Then Friday she drives straight to mine and we celebrate until Sunday, when I trek down to Devon with her to see my mother. Who most definitely owes me a drink after the error she made earlier.
I cannot wait for tonight to be over. I could not be less in the mood for it if I actively tried to be complacent. I have learnt my lesson. Don't start courses of the back of other courses. Have a break. Never have a new course in the midst of post-exam elation, because it's not cool. Starting a course already mentally exhausted is exactly how to end up feeling how I'm feeling right now. Which is basically a string of negative words in material form.
I've just sent the hunter out for beer, wine and hot chocolate to see me through the night, while I forage around my brain for snippets of wisdom and berries of insight. We're so stone age.
Mothers and cave men
My mother phoned me ealier. I didn't answer because she's not one for a quick phone call and I had, and still have, a huge amount of work to do for this assignment (under 14 hours remaining). So she left a voicemail. It said, in a sweet, happy voice, 'aaw, I don't blame you for not answering, bet you're glad you got it in, hope you're off enjoying the sunshine somewhere, have a drink on me'... or something to that effect. Lovely, apart from the time aspect.
So I sent her a text 'Remember the poem about the months? All the rest have 31?! Well this is one of those. The deadline is midday on 1st, today is 31st, so I am working all day and all night'.
Really?! Keep up! Only yesterday I told her it was due in on 1st. So that just made me resent this assignment even more than I was before.
Anyway. I have done the research question at long last. I am part way through writing an abstract about someone else's work, which is proving almost equally as irritating. I guess that will take me up to midnight. Then I have to read the text book. Then I have to answer a question on the stuff I've read. It's going to be close. I've worked hard this week though, so I can't be criticised too much.
One of my best friends starts her final exams tomorrow for her Law degree. One a day on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Then Friday she drives straight to mine and we celebrate until Sunday, when I trek down to Devon with her to see my mother. Who most definitely owes me a drink after the error she made earlier.
I cannot wait for tonight to be over. I could not be less in the mood for it if I actively tried to be complacent. I have learnt my lesson. Don't start courses of the back of other courses. Have a break. Never have a new course in the midst of post-exam elation, because it's not cool. Starting a course already mentally exhausted is exactly how to end up feeling how I'm feeling right now. Which is basically a string of negative words in material form.
I've just sent the hunter out for beer, wine and hot chocolate to see me through the night, while I forage around my brain for snippets of wisdom and berries of insight. We're so stone age.