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Aroo?

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So, a momentary panic set in when I went to order my cap and gown. No big deal, it passed.

It wasn’t until I sat down with the Bear to meet for our independent study and tried to schedule future meetings with him so that there was none of the confusion that has seemed to plague us of late.

And, as I looked at the calender, I realized that there are officially six weeks left in the semester. Two of them are reserved for finals. I have four weeks left of school.

Four weeks. Four!

So, yeah, the panic has begun, a bit early this time, I think. But then again, there are other contributing factors.

We read Othello for Shakespeare again, and I realized that I liked Othello far better than Cymbaline (which utterly, utterly sucked in its ending, by the way) or anything else we’ve read so far this semester.

And Jenny says I’ll make it, and Jenny’s never wrong.

But right now I’m really starting to wonder.

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Ready, Set, Go

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I have a full pot of coffee.

I have a can and a half full of coffee grounds, and a full bag of coffee beans.

I have creamer, milk, Splenda and sugar.

I am well stocked.

I have the weekend off. I have 11 pages of a 15-20 page paper written, and it’s good, good stuff. Damn good.

Mostly original, which complicates things when I only have 3 out of 12 required sources.

But the Hell Week has officially started. It will be over in 6 days, 16 and a half hours.

I have two papers after that, one due on Wednesday and another on Friday. The one for Tuesday is already finished and I refuse, refuse, refuse to reread it lest it ends up rewritten as well. I have two finals from Hell and another mildly challenging one on Friday.

I’ll still have one last final to take after that, a toughie, but I’ll have more than a day to actually read and study for it.

And Hell Week will in fact be finished.

I’m ready.

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It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere

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I struggled with the Harriet Jacobs paper all weekend. I have 8 pages. 8, out of 15 or so for a draft due Monday at 630 pm. At least I have an idea, sort of.
This morning at 5:00, I’m flipping through my folders, figured I’d see when my Post Modern one is due. I knew it’s coming up, probably Wednesday or Friday.

Or Monday. At 11:00 am.

Somehow I managed to get the order of my papers mixed up, and did the last one first. Now that I think about it, I think I did that on the first go-round too.

So I have a paper due at 11:00 tomorrow, and not a single word of it written.

I’m going to cry myself to sleep now.

A few hours later, armed with ultra-caffeinated coffee, I’ll start writing.