Things You Don't Say to an English Major the Week Before Finals Week

• "At least we get dead days."
  
  No, no, a thousand times no! If you are an English major, and writing you have to do must be turned in by the last class day (this Wednesday for me). Three of my classes will be done in two days time.


• "It's just an essay."
  
  Just... a... WHAT? You try any tell me that something worth THIRTY PERCENT of my grade is just an anything, I'll end you. I will.


• "OMG I just wrote ten pages for this eight page paper, I hope it is enough!"
  
  Just shut up, okay? 

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Oh happy days! my last essay is turned in!

A visual of myself the past two days:

         

      

The prose I wrote after turning in said essay:

   Oh.

What a feeling after turning in my last essay for English. Birds are singing. The sun is bright but not too hot. If I hadn't won the recessive gene bingo, and been born a redhead, it would be a nice day to go out and enjoy the ultraviolet rays turning my pale skin a tinge of pink. Laying on a towel out by our lakes, without lounging students trying to relax and enjoy this week, and ignoring the looming feeling that finals are near. But whatever. Right now I'm basking in the education rays that I no longer am plagued with what I call "essay syndrome"-- the feeling of certain doom one  feels until the essay is turned in.

Ah. What a fine day. I say.

People often get caught in the motions of their lives. They forget to step back and look where they're going.  I'm an ambitious freshmen whose been to worried about her major. That I've stopped enjoying my classes. Which is weird.  Because I'm a NERD. Before I started classes this fall I had the first two chapter of my American Politics and had written notes with it. Anyways. Back on track.  This is a verbal PSA to all students to not let the man ( which is not the man, you think I'm referring to but rather the man is education) knock you down! Have some fun! but responsible fun. Do something out of the ordinary. (all this has been brought on because of the freedom I feel after being cured of my "essay syndrome)

          

Easter-Sunday-Going-Home-itis

My coworker T.J wrote a blog about Spring-break-itis. Which I think I may be suffering from similar strand. It's Easter-Sunday-Going-Home-itis. The anticipation of going home has made me suffer from a lack of motivation.  The essay that I have due tomorrow seems more like a 500 page essay on the Korean War rather than a 1,500 word essay about my major. The Accounting test I have Wednesday feels like Organic Chemistry final exam. Every little thing I have to do feels like it's so ridiculously hard to do. When it's not. At all. Truth is i'm about 200 words short on the essay with two paragraphs left. The Accounting test will be easy.
.....
Maybe I just need some sleep
that sounds good
actually quite awesome..
I think I'll do that in a couple hours. Yeah. that sounds like a plan.
Bye! zzzzzz