Anybody else freaking out this time of year?
I have officially finished both DRAFTS of my theses, although I'm really not looking forward to doing the finals of them. My dad asked this weekend, "Is it ever the final draft?" How fitting, dad, how fitting. It seems endless, especially on the inside. PLUS I have my conference dealie for my Genocide seminar on Friday night and Saturday, and my poli sci exam Saturday afternoon, so I don't have that night-before or morning-of cram session available. Reeeeally not looking forward to that exam. I'm good at remembering things that happened (hence the history major) but theories? What the frick is the complex neo-realism theory anyways?
Don't answer that, it was a rhetorical device...
I've got some pretty good support behind me though. Even though my parents are really stressed because our house is up for sale (anybody wanna buy a farm???), they were really good this weekend letting me work and edit papers even though we were trying to watch a family movie. My awesome boyfriend puts up with all my rants, ravings and cranky sessions and even makes me amazing dinners in the process. My room mates generally leave me to my own devices, which is great, but I am getting a little lonely. I told off my one room mate a couple weeks ago because he and a couple of our neighbours and my other room mate all went to see 'Alice in Wonderland' and didn't even ASK me if I wanted to go. Seriously, they just talked amongst themselves like I wasn't even there. Oh, and on the way out the door, he asked me to feed the dog. Um...what? I was hurt. I know I'm busy, but you could at least acknowledge me.
See, now I'm using my blog for rants, ravings and cranky sessions. Forgive me. I'm not here to complain. But in my mind there is an unattainable freedom two weeks from here that exists only in stories. Day by day, I'm getting there...and when that last paper gets handed in, there will be an elation only known by criminals finally reaching the Mexican border. Okay, school isn't that bad, but it's just so close and so far away...
I have officially finished both DRAFTS of my theses, although I'm really not looking forward to doing the finals of them. My dad asked this weekend, "Is it ever the final draft?" How fitting, dad, how fitting. It seems endless, especially on the inside. PLUS I have my conference dealie for my Genocide seminar on Friday night and Saturday, and my poli sci exam Saturday afternoon, so I don't have that night-before or morning-of cram session available. Reeeeally not looking forward to that exam. I'm good at remembering things that happened (hence the history major) but theories? What the frick is the complex neo-realism theory anyways?
Don't answer that, it was a rhetorical device...
I've got some pretty good support behind me though. Even though my parents are really stressed because our house is up for sale (anybody wanna buy a farm???), they were really good this weekend letting me work and edit papers even though we were trying to watch a family movie. My awesome boyfriend puts up with all my rants, ravings and cranky sessions and even makes me amazing dinners in the process. My room mates generally leave me to my own devices, which is great, but I am getting a little lonely. I told off my one room mate a couple weeks ago because he and a couple of our neighbours and my other room mate all went to see 'Alice in Wonderland' and didn't even ASK me if I wanted to go. Seriously, they just talked amongst themselves like I wasn't even there. Oh, and on the way out the door, he asked me to feed the dog. Um...what? I was hurt. I know I'm busy, but you could at least acknowledge me.
See, now I'm using my blog for rants, ravings and cranky sessions. Forgive me. I'm not here to complain. But in my mind there is an unattainable freedom two weeks from here that exists only in stories. Day by day, I'm getting there...and when that last paper gets handed in, there will be an elation only known by criminals finally reaching the Mexican border. Okay, school isn't that bad, but it's just so close and so far away...
"What the frick is the complex neo-realism theory anyways?"
ReplyDeleteCouldn't say...