Ah, fun. I can laze along, generally quite pleased with myself until the night before the paper is due and I suddenly have to drink coffee all night while feverishly researching and composing at the same time.
I think I've beaten some of my old records over the past two weeks. Ah, the fruits of my procrastination! I consider these pretty impressive times, especially considering they pretty much all took place somewhere between 10pm and 8am):
8-page poetry analysis (Wordsworth blah) = 3.5 hours
7-pager doing the old Descartes vs. Rousseau grind = 3 hours
14-page paper on WWII "economic war" = 10 hours (most reading included!)
5-page textual analysis of medieval document = 2 hours
13-page paper on Virgina Woolf = 9 hours
My triumph of last night: 11-page paper on the social implications of evolutionary theory = researched and written in a tight 6 hours!!!
Yes, this is what university has taught me - how to pump out A papers like a bloody robot during periods of extreme stress near the end of every semester. Damn I'm good at it, but it saps all my energy for doing my own writing or other fun stuff. Or being awake.
Anyways, there's my rant. And my terrible excuse for no submissions. And my boasting. Yay.
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