some_stars: (my intellect is not 12th level)
fifty frenchmen can't be wrong ([personal profile] some_stars) wrote2009-11-30 02:23 am

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quick update before collapse: i am having end-of-semester panic but good this year, magnified by the fact that this really truly is my last chance. i have run out of do-overs. paper due on the seventh, another on the 14th, completely clueless about both of them. also some groupwork that needs to be attended to. also fannish things, also various errands. basically i am a tightly compressed ball of mental agony and endless melodrama. i was doing some interesting reading but that's been put on hold, as has the knitting. if i can just make it through the 7th i think i will be okay--i've got from the 14th to the 25th uninterrupted to work on non-school things. so there is hope, it's just....extremely distant right now. i've been doing a lot of staring at the ceiling, willing myself to blink out of reality. results so far: not promising.

really i don't know which paper is the worse prospect. on the one hand, I continue to hate and loathe Jonathan Swift and all his works and the prospect of spending 12 pages with Gulliver's Travels is even more horrific than it seemed at the beginning of the semester. OTOH, at least I have an idea however vaguely-formed; the other class is one of those stupid "compare-contrast" essays such as one assigns to high-schoolers who can't put a sentence together. either assign a topic or let me choose, ffs, this half-assed prompt business is doing nobody any favors. so it's pretty horrible all round.