major assay
So I started writing my essay for real at about 11pm on Thursday.
I still hear Sharon's crooning…. “Can one…no problem…with our caliber…no problem…relax, we can do it.” Note that whilst I had a 3500 word essay, Sharon on the other hand had a honkin 4500 word essay. That’s like a thousand more words expected from her. and she was comforting me? Could I be more of a loser? (I’m pondering to myself, no response needed on that).
So we’re doing the same subject. Politics, Ideology and Discourse. I’m in level 2 and Sharon level 3, thus the word count diff. Sharon’s essay was on race and racism…something about whether race is a biological truth or is it a mere social construction. Mine on the other hand was on Technology and its dealings with overhanging ideologies, power and knowledge relations of the new information technological era. Blah blah blah…
Writing this essay was pure agony…both of us were desperately outing block quotes, battling with disjointed arguments and fatigue. We ended up putting both our phones on speaker, to keep each other company; and occasionally screamin at the count of three just to irritate our neighbors. Little things like this can perk one up. Spread the suffering man. I mean if i 'm miserable, everyone else should be too. heh.
At approximately 1pm, my determination failed me, and I lowered myself onto the bed. Convincing Sharon that I was just gonna test Nick’s power napping method. 15 mins of sleep, no more, no less. I jolted awake in horror at the sound of a familiar voice, yes..the voice was an awful pitch…it was high, screechy…hmm, I identify it as screaming. I looked at the clock, it was 3pm. I jumped out of bed, thanking God for Kaishu and her voice that has the ability to wake up the dead.
Word check: still had a thousand more words to go. Sharon had 2 thou. We were royally screwed. More block quotes, after more lame sentences that were mostly made up of conjunctions, more anything la-nobloody time to care now..and then viola! Print baby print. *jump jump
It was 4.50pm, when we finally stepped out of the Lincoln compound. Sharon was carrying 5 library books and me freakin pile of 7 books. But that didn’t deter us, did it? nah...so it was huff puff, run dammit, pant pant all the way to Napier Building. Once we reached the 4th floor, we slapped the essay at the counter, in front of the woman who actually worked her full shift! i could kiss her! time check: 5pm. We actually made it. Muahahaha.
Then we heard a thunderous applause.
Well, at least the flowers will get watered today. gah.
I still hear Sharon's crooning…. “Can one…no problem…with our caliber…no problem…relax, we can do it.” Note that whilst I had a 3500 word essay, Sharon on the other hand had a honkin 4500 word essay. That’s like a thousand more words expected from her. and she was comforting me? Could I be more of a loser? (I’m pondering to myself, no response needed on that).
So we’re doing the same subject. Politics, Ideology and Discourse. I’m in level 2 and Sharon level 3, thus the word count diff. Sharon’s essay was on race and racism…something about whether race is a biological truth or is it a mere social construction. Mine on the other hand was on Technology and its dealings with overhanging ideologies, power and knowledge relations of the new information technological era. Blah blah blah…
Writing this essay was pure agony…both of us were desperately outing block quotes, battling with disjointed arguments and fatigue. We ended up putting both our phones on speaker, to keep each other company; and occasionally screamin at the count of three just to irritate our neighbors. Little things like this can perk one up. Spread the suffering man. I mean if i 'm miserable, everyone else should be too. heh.
At approximately 1pm, my determination failed me, and I lowered myself onto the bed. Convincing Sharon that I was just gonna test Nick’s power napping method. 15 mins of sleep, no more, no less. I jolted awake in horror at the sound of a familiar voice, yes..the voice was an awful pitch…it was high, screechy…hmm, I identify it as screaming. I looked at the clock, it was 3pm. I jumped out of bed, thanking God for Kaishu and her voice that has the ability to wake up the dead.
Word check: still had a thousand more words to go. Sharon had 2 thou. We were royally screwed. More block quotes, after more lame sentences that were mostly made up of conjunctions, more anything la-nobloody time to care now..and then viola! Print baby print. *jump jump
It was 4.50pm, when we finally stepped out of the Lincoln compound. Sharon was carrying 5 library books and me freakin pile of 7 books. But that didn’t deter us, did it? nah...so it was huff puff, run dammit, pant pant all the way to Napier Building. Once we reached the 4th floor, we slapped the essay at the counter, in front of the woman who actually worked her full shift! i could kiss her! time check: 5pm. We actually made it. Muahahaha.
Then we heard a thunderous applause.
Well, at least the flowers will get watered today. gah.
posted by Petra at 11:38 AM
2 Comments:
what a familiar rush of adrenalin.
u dunt say....everytime i hear the word 'journal', still sends shivers down me spine.
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