Post by *headdesk* on Jun 5, 2005 2:08:52 GMT
I hate it.
I could have finished what I wanted to do ages ago. I've been working pretty much to get it done tonight, and then have it posted. I finished five minutes ago. I started at 8:30. It's not even been that long... lemme check...
Oh. It was 3740 words. That'd be the reason, then. And that's another thing. Once I start, I have to keep going and going and going and I can't stop in time and I f**king hate it because I'm left screwed over.
It's the same with essays, especially timed ones. I write and I write and I get writer's cramp, and I never seem to get anywhere in a hurry, even though I know exactly what it is I want to, and need to, put down. I remember the exam for BMB last month. My worst module. I had to write five 'short' answers, then two long essays, which were worth about 60% of the marks between them. I didn't even get round to starting the second essay. I don't know what to do any more as that's throwing away a third of the marks and if it carries on like that into the second and third years I'm f**ked, let alone later in life when any type of writing could require a deadline to be meat, and failure to do so would end up in getting sacked. Aw f**k aw f**k aw f**k.
I'm sortof doing it again now. This is bad. It's 3:10 in the morning and I could have finished this thingy a while ago, but I didn't. I could have left it half-done but I needed to finish it because I'm a perfectionist. And now what? I'm forced to pay for it in more wasted energy and inconvenience because I've missed the bus and now have to walk home through Bristol at 3am. It's cold and windy and I've only got a thin shirt on top and my chest's aching in protest already. Miles to walk... aw f**k aw f**k aw f**k aw f**k aw f**k...
I'd best get going; I've spent enough time as it is.
I could have finished what I wanted to do ages ago. I've been working pretty much to get it done tonight, and then have it posted. I finished five minutes ago. I started at 8:30. It's not even been that long... lemme check...
Oh. It was 3740 words. That'd be the reason, then. And that's another thing. Once I start, I have to keep going and going and going and I can't stop in time and I f**king hate it because I'm left screwed over.
It's the same with essays, especially timed ones. I write and I write and I get writer's cramp, and I never seem to get anywhere in a hurry, even though I know exactly what it is I want to, and need to, put down. I remember the exam for BMB last month. My worst module. I had to write five 'short' answers, then two long essays, which were worth about 60% of the marks between them. I didn't even get round to starting the second essay. I don't know what to do any more as that's throwing away a third of the marks and if it carries on like that into the second and third years I'm f**ked, let alone later in life when any type of writing could require a deadline to be meat, and failure to do so would end up in getting sacked. Aw f**k aw f**k aw f**k.
I'm sortof doing it again now. This is bad. It's 3:10 in the morning and I could have finished this thingy a while ago, but I didn't. I could have left it half-done but I needed to finish it because I'm a perfectionist. And now what? I'm forced to pay for it in more wasted energy and inconvenience because I've missed the bus and now have to walk home through Bristol at 3am. It's cold and windy and I've only got a thin shirt on top and my chest's aching in protest already. Miles to walk... aw f**k aw f**k aw f**k aw f**k aw f**k...
I'd best get going; I've spent enough time as it is.
