Yesterday was, in a word, awful.
When I checked my email yesterday morning I had a message from one of my professors. She informed me that she had to turn in reviews of my work for my financial aid, continuing enrollment, etc, etc this week and really needed to see some written work from me. She's taking me on for directed research, mind you, so 100% of my grade is a single paper due at the end of the semester. I was planning on working on the draft this past weekend, but was prevented from doing so by my wretched illness. So, seeing as how I had nothing written yet, I promptly sent her back a reply that I'd happily drop off an outline, bibliography, and about half of the first draft this morning.
Once I was out of my afternoon of classes I got to work, around 5:30 or so.
By noon today I turned in 23 pages of coherent work. I'm very tired now.
When I checked my email yesterday morning I had a message from one of my professors. She informed me that she had to turn in reviews of my work for my financial aid, continuing enrollment, etc, etc this week and really needed to see some written work from me. She's taking me on for directed research, mind you, so 100% of my grade is a single paper due at the end of the semester. I was planning on working on the draft this past weekend, but was prevented from doing so by my wretched illness. So, seeing as how I had nothing written yet, I promptly sent her back a reply that I'd happily drop off an outline, bibliography, and about half of the first draft this morning.
Once I was out of my afternoon of classes I got to work, around 5:30 or so.
By noon today I turned in 23 pages of coherent work. I'm very tired now.
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It was great seeing you, Sid, and the gothtastic Pip last night. Hope you had some fun.