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May. 11th, 2007 12:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I did it. Some unbelievable how, I did it. I was literally still writing less an hour before the deadline with nothing printed out and I made the good ten-minute fast walk up to main campus in five at a run, just in time to be loomed over by the woman collecting all the portfolios as I scribbled coversheets. I forgot the novel summary for 304 but I explained myself kind of in the self-critique and I'm hoping it doesn't matter. It doesn't have page numbers or a contents either because of said looming woman, while the others have handwritten contents and numbers and are badly hole-punched into the folders and half the critiques are two hundred words underlength and I submitted a first draft to make up the last 1,000 words of my 303 which still only ended up being 7,500 words but I'm probably prouder of the space pirates story than anything original I've ever written, so I'm clinging to that as a good thing. (I keep hitting ctrl s automatically now, I've been doing it so much this week). I'm convinced something has gone horribly wrong, especially with 305 which felt far, far too thin but seemed to have all the pieces and I cannot make my brain function to discover what went wrong. I can't believe I ran all the way to campus. I can't believe I actually got something even vaguely resembling portfolios in. Emma who I know from first year was there with me and just as stressed, which I think was the only thing that stopped me freaking out when the woman loomed. Writing coversheets takes a good five minutes and does not count as last minute finishing, kthnx!
Dead now. Dead liek whoa. Shower and steal someone's milk for cereal because I have none and then sleep. Only, not for long because I have to start reading Shakespeare tomorrow.
God. I'm stuck in a weird limbo of not believing it's really over. ...Of course, it won't be if I fail *touch wood*. It's not over until the fat lady sings. Or my parents kill me for failing the year, that'd be pretty final too.
edit: No! Curses on my sleep deprived rambling! I originally started this post as a heartfelt thank you to all the peoplewhomIhaven'trepliedtoyet who reassured me and told me I'd make it and general didn't hunt me and down and kill me for spamming their flists with my panicking. If we could dedicate our portfolios, mine would've been "To all my awesome LJ people."
Now awesome LJ people. Fetch me cookies! ;)
Dead now. Dead liek whoa. Shower and steal someone's milk for cereal because I have none and then sleep. Only, not for long because I have to start reading Shakespeare tomorrow.
God. I'm stuck in a weird limbo of not believing it's really over. ...Of course, it won't be if I fail *touch wood*. It's not over until the fat lady sings. Or my parents kill me for failing the year, that'd be pretty final too.
edit: No! Curses on my sleep deprived rambling! I originally started this post as a heartfelt thank you to all the peoplewhomIhaven'trepliedtoyet who reassured me and told me I'd make it and general didn't hunt me and down and kill me for spamming their flists with my panicking. If we could dedicate our portfolios, mine would've been "To all my awesome LJ people."
Now awesome LJ people. Fetch me cookies! ;)
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Date: 2007-05-11 01:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-11 04:11 pm (UTC)Well done for getting them in!! :D Enjoy your sleep and chill out time. And good luck with revision - I wish I was in your shoes of only having to revise for one exam which is still a week away. Still, exams feel like small fry compared to those portfolios.
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Date: 2007-05-11 05:00 pm (UTC)*gives chocolate chip cookies in the meantime*
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Date: 2007-05-11 10:43 pm (UTC)