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I thrive on stress.
Oct. 31st, 2006 10:10 amWTF. This morning, at work, with a midterm scheduled for this afternoon hanging over my head and so worn down that I nearly slept through my alarm this morning, my ability to write these damned essays that have been hanging over my head for a month finally clicked into place.
In just over two hours, I took the half-assed little things I've been unwilling to turn into my advisor (RIGHTFULLY SO, BECAUSE THEY SUCKED) and the half-finished Personal Statement I couldn't even work up the will to look at yesterday, and whipped them all into shape. I am actually happy with them, and think they've got a chance at convincing the reviewers to give me money.
I'll give 'em to my Master After God(tm) today, and let him tear into them. The only thing left now is the research proposal essay -- which I've pretty much decided I can't finish writing until I sit down and talk to my advisor some more. It is hard to put a research proposal on paper when you don't know what you're talking about -- go fig!
ress up a
I also talked to my boss at work this morning about the whole doing-schoolwork-at-work thing, because it's really been bothering me. ( A lot of you probably don't really care, so I'll spare you the spam. )
I'm still not sure what I'm going to do tonight. I sort of want to do something Halloween-y. There are a couple of costume parties in town, but they're public things and I don't know anyone else who's going. If Nightmare were showing in 3-D down here I'd put on my Sally costume and go in a heartbeat, but Oxford sucks.
In just over two hours, I took the half-assed little things I've been unwilling to turn into my advisor (RIGHTFULLY SO, BECAUSE THEY SUCKED) and the half-finished Personal Statement I couldn't even work up the will to look at yesterday, and whipped them all into shape. I am actually happy with them, and think they've got a chance at convincing the reviewers to give me money.
I'll give 'em to my Master After God(tm) today, and let him tear into them. The only thing left now is the research proposal essay -- which I've pretty much decided I can't finish writing until I sit down and talk to my advisor some more. It is hard to put a research proposal on paper when you don't know what you're talking about -- go fig!
ress up a
I also talked to my boss at work this morning about the whole doing-schoolwork-at-work thing, because it's really been bothering me. ( A lot of you probably don't really care, so I'll spare you the spam. )
I'm still not sure what I'm going to do tonight. I sort of want to do something Halloween-y. There are a couple of costume parties in town, but they're public things and I don't know anyone else who's going. If Nightmare were showing in 3-D down here I'd put on my Sally costume and go in a heartbeat, but Oxford sucks.
