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e_clareIt’s the last night of finals. Some people – many people – are already done; their exams were all due by noon today, and they had no choice. Do I wish I were done? You bet I do. It’s not that I don’t want to talk about these levels of reality in Stoppard’s plays; it’s that all I want to do is talk about them. I don’t want to have to write about them, because that requires organizing my thoughts in a cohesive way, and I’m just not interested in that right now.
Incidentally, it’s so satisfying to be able to just think and type as I’m thinking. I’ve decided this is why I don’t do very well with research papers: because I like to be able to just sit down, think, and type what I’m thinking as it comes out, without having to refer to notes or an outline or anything. Of course, think-typing results in some strange sections, and I do often go back and fix things that I’ve just written – it definitely makes doing a draft more important. Too bad I rarely get to drafts.
Also, there’s a girl in the computer lab who apparently has a nosebleed, or something. She had a wad of Kleenex stuck in her nose when I came in, and now it’s gone – but she keeps sniffing, and I can hear it, even over my headphones (Garden State). It’s seriously grossing me out – this lab grosses me out in general, because there’s so much food and beverage left lying around. It’s really quite disgusting and OH MY GOD stop SNORTING the mucus and whatever back up into your nose EW.
I respect that people get sick and have issues during finals. And I know that I need to respect the people working in public spaces, and the fact is, I could just be in my room, working, and this is why I have a single. Except that I can’t do work in my room (not for any significant period of time, at least), so I screwed myself over on that one. But really, people: common courtesy says NO TALKING in the comp lab on the last night of finals, and keep the bodily noises to a minimum, thnx.
I can’t do much work at all anymore. But here I am – I’ve written half a page, single-spaced (*snorrggk* EWW!) in about 20 minutes. My actual paper? Less than a page, single spaced, 70% BS. Brill. Took me … all afternoon and most of the evening to do it, too. How utterly wonderful. Speaking of which, it’s imperative that I get back to work. I’ve got to come up with 8 to 10 pages in the next 12 hours or so. But then I’ll be done – finished – over – and that will be swell. That will be … senior-riffic? : )
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Incidentally, it’s so satisfying to be able to just think and type as I’m thinking. I’ve decided this is why I don’t do very well with research papers: because I like to be able to just sit down, think, and type what I’m thinking as it comes out, without having to refer to notes or an outline or anything. Of course, think-typing results in some strange sections, and I do often go back and fix things that I’ve just written – it definitely makes doing a draft more important. Too bad I rarely get to drafts.
Also, there’s a girl in the computer lab who apparently has a nosebleed, or something. She had a wad of Kleenex stuck in her nose when I came in, and now it’s gone – but she keeps sniffing, and I can hear it, even over my headphones (Garden State). It’s seriously grossing me out – this lab grosses me out in general, because there’s so much food and beverage left lying around. It’s really quite disgusting and OH MY GOD stop SNORTING the mucus and whatever back up into your nose EW.
I respect that people get sick and have issues during finals. And I know that I need to respect the people working in public spaces, and the fact is, I could just be in my room, working, and this is why I have a single. Except that I can’t do work in my room (not for any significant period of time, at least), so I screwed myself over on that one. But really, people: common courtesy says NO TALKING in the comp lab on the last night of finals, and keep the bodily noises to a minimum, thnx.
I can’t do much work at all anymore. But here I am – I’ve written half a page, single-spaced (*snorrggk* EWW!) in about 20 minutes. My actual paper? Less than a page, single spaced, 70% BS. Brill. Took me … all afternoon and most of the evening to do it, too. How utterly wonderful. Speaking of which, it’s imperative that I get back to work. I’ve got to come up with 8 to 10 pages in the next 12 hours or so. But then I’ll be done – finished – over – and that will be swell. That will be … senior-riffic? : )
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