I’ve just finished all my essays. I say that I’ve finished them and that’s true. However, one of them is still with my dad, where his wonderous digital red pen is scrawling notes all over it. In the past week I’ve written 12,000 words of researched, referenced prose. I’m completely emotionally drained as a result: going from one topic to the next with only a couple of hours in between really confused my short-term memory.
I have to hand everything in by five o’clock and it takes me a good 30 minutes (in rain, as it is now) to walk into my department. My dad hasn’t sent me a copy back yet and once he does I still have to read over his comments and try and rectify the all-too-apparent flaws that he reveals. That’ll take some time.
It’s funny how, even though I’ve been working for the last week on these pieces, everything still comes down to the last hour. My friend was in the University’s main lending Library today and said that you’d never recognise it because of the noise, ‘like a zoo’ was her text-message description to me. I’ve avoided the library, having already taken all of my books out, so that I don’t have to be distracted by all the people milling around, trying to be quiet and failing.
So the essays are done. Now: exams!
About time Mr P - you need to get your study done instead of going out and playing all the time!! TUT TUT TUT!!!!!!
Next time - try starting them a week earlier? It would make it a lot less stressful for you, and take the pressure off your dad and myself when looking at them…
WELL DONE PATTY!!!
congratumalations. How pleased you must be. Spare a thought for those less fortunate eh? Like, say… ME.
xxxx
Fuck’s sakes. What a stupid way to write essays. That’s me as well as you. Why do we do it to ourselves?
Your dad’s digital pen sounds cool.
I’m just afraid that he’s too fond of it! It’s his great way of making me thing ‘oh shoot, I’m really not that good at this am I?!’…
I’m so glad tbe done with them, though sorry for people like M who aren’t NEARLY over with their testing yet. I only have one to go, rather than weeks and weeks of examinations. Props to all those poor souls!