Procrastination
Mar. 10th, 2005 10:43 pmI had a classic length of Lynn-procrastination tonight. I just made up three graphs (comparative percentages of heat treatment, material type, and SRT type) related to my thesis instead of reading Spenser and outlining a paper for it. I don't mind Spenser. This early lit I actually find quite interesting. But I can't manage to read it! I think I need to read a few more cantos and then I'm good to go with a less expansive topic. (it's a 4-5 page paper. looking at the use of naturalistic epic similes (vs those of classic mythology) is probably completely unfruitful in this length.) Blah blah blah.
For my Women's Studies class I've learned that the research project worth 40% of the grade (which early in the semester had me contemplating dropping the class) is in fact to be a minimum of 7-8 pages. This no longer worries me. 7-8 pages is for amateurs. And this is the capstone course for the LGBT studies certificate. 7-8 pages. Ridiculous. But it says minimum, so I won't feel bad when I go over. 7-8 pages. Harumph!
I had every intention of being highly productive today, but the day just slipped through my fingers like most days without obligations do. I felt tired, so I took a nap. I felt dirty (and with good reason! I won't tell you how long I'd gone since my last shower), so I took a shower. I didn't feel like working, so I didn't work. I keep saying that I need to develop a work ethic. I mean it!
But so far, this last minute approach has worked well for me. Damn it all.
I broke my papasan chair. Well, one of the bars snapped when I kneeled on it. It's not surprising since it's second hand and is treated pretty roughly in general. But I don't think it'll come with us when we move.
I'm going to make an effort to refer to my tenth grade english teacher as Shellie, since my instinct is to refer to her by a bastardization of her former last name. ie Hamanamin. But we are out of teacher-student role now, so I should call her by her adult name. Actually, Shellie is not her adult name, nor is it something that anyone ever calls her. But still.
For my Women's Studies class I've learned that the research project worth 40% of the grade (which early in the semester had me contemplating dropping the class) is in fact to be a minimum of 7-8 pages. This no longer worries me. 7-8 pages is for amateurs. And this is the capstone course for the LGBT studies certificate. 7-8 pages. Ridiculous. But it says minimum, so I won't feel bad when I go over. 7-8 pages. Harumph!
I had every intention of being highly productive today, but the day just slipped through my fingers like most days without obligations do. I felt tired, so I took a nap. I felt dirty (and with good reason! I won't tell you how long I'd gone since my last shower), so I took a shower. I didn't feel like working, so I didn't work. I keep saying that I need to develop a work ethic. I mean it!
But so far, this last minute approach has worked well for me. Damn it all.
I broke my papasan chair. Well, one of the bars snapped when I kneeled on it. It's not surprising since it's second hand and is treated pretty roughly in general. But I don't think it'll come with us when we move.
I'm going to make an effort to refer to my tenth grade english teacher as Shellie, since my instinct is to refer to her by a bastardization of her former last name. ie Hamanamin. But we are out of teacher-student role now, so I should call her by her adult name. Actually, Shellie is not her adult name, nor is it something that anyone ever calls her. But still.
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Date: 2005-03-11 04:36 am (UTC)Goodness, school type stuff sure looks difficult when you are out of the habit. Give me knitting any day ;o)
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Date: 2005-03-11 07:05 am (UTC)But this knitting business is hideous addictive. I'd far rather do it than my school work. To compensate, I knit while I do some of my reading, and I knit in my large lecture class.