Well, it's finals week. Which means twenty-one hour days and scheduling my studying time down to the last minute. Surprisingly I met my goal yesterday evening to write three pages per hour in order to write fifteen pages total in five hours. I don't remember the calculations, but I figured how many words I would need to type per minute in order to meet my quota on my drive home from the library. Three pages may not seem like a lot, but when you have to peruse through four books, articles, and loads of information gathered in the previous two hours on the internet-streamlining information and writing is not so easy. Especially when you don't know anything about the complicated topic. And sounding like you've studied for the past couple of months on a topic is not so easy when you start only a few days before it's due. I'm awful for procrastinating. But there isn't much I can do about that now.
I always resolve to do all my readings and start early on any papers or projects at the beginning of a semester. The few times I have actually kept on track have paid off immensely in the end. Especially for classes during the following semester. Using notes from past classes and information from past exams help so much.
I guess there is more to my life right now than just finals, but elaborating seems too laborious. In short, I got in a car accident, the Contemporary Movement made its fundraising goal for the Utah Food Bank, I am now employed at Cardon Healthcare, I was offered another teaching position during the summer, I rejected the position to dance for stiletto entertainment, and my sweet cousin was diagnosed with MS. Other than that not much else is going on. Except I have been to numerous wedding, bridal, bridesmaid showers. And will soon fill my time with wedding receptions. I'm simply ecstatic for the small talk, tacky decorations, awkward reunions, little eclairs, chocolate fountains, and sandwich roles that await me.
Thinking about wedding receptions can only bring to mind the horror of protocol for acquaintance reunions. And I feel that for the sake of humanity and my entertainment purposes I should present a different answer each time I am asked "what are you doing with your life now?" Each answer superceding the previous one in absurdity. I would start out with "I'm graduating from the University of Utah soon." Then I would attach the small detail that my major is a B.S. in dessert forensics (i.e. where people are murdered with tasty and sugary delights after the main course is finished). I would then go on to tell people that I went through a harsh application process but have finally secured a position (including a 401k) with Hostess. Which may seem odd because they are the ones creating the weapons of murder. But I would be doing defense forensic research on behalf of Hostess and find specifics to prove that Twinkies are not viable weapons when compared with ding dongs - making sure to educate my acquaintance that ding dongs are no longer a branch of Hostess and have broken away from the Hostess family and created their own separate business entity now called the ding dangs. And the presence of such strong animosity between the two companies requires that hostess hire someone to defend the Twinkies. Of course my explanations would only continue to be more elaborate, and the disbelief of my listeners would only increase - to my entertainment. Then again I'm sometimes too lazy to be so self-deprecating, it was a nice thought though.
I always resolve to do all my readings and start early on any papers or projects at the beginning of a semester. The few times I have actually kept on track have paid off immensely in the end. Especially for classes during the following semester. Using notes from past classes and information from past exams help so much.
I guess there is more to my life right now than just finals, but elaborating seems too laborious. In short, I got in a car accident, the Contemporary Movement made its fundraising goal for the Utah Food Bank, I am now employed at Cardon Healthcare, I was offered another teaching position during the summer, I rejected the position to dance for stiletto entertainment, and my sweet cousin was diagnosed with MS. Other than that not much else is going on. Except I have been to numerous wedding, bridal, bridesmaid showers. And will soon fill my time with wedding receptions. I'm simply ecstatic for the small talk, tacky decorations, awkward reunions, little eclairs, chocolate fountains, and sandwich roles that await me.
Thinking about wedding receptions can only bring to mind the horror of protocol for acquaintance reunions. And I feel that for the sake of humanity and my entertainment purposes I should present a different answer each time I am asked "what are you doing with your life now?" Each answer superceding the previous one in absurdity. I would start out with "I'm graduating from the University of Utah soon." Then I would attach the small detail that my major is a B.S. in dessert forensics (i.e. where people are murdered with tasty and sugary delights after the main course is finished). I would then go on to tell people that I went through a harsh application process but have finally secured a position (including a 401k) with Hostess. Which may seem odd because they are the ones creating the weapons of murder. But I would be doing defense forensic research on behalf of Hostess and find specifics to prove that Twinkies are not viable weapons when compared with ding dongs - making sure to educate my acquaintance that ding dongs are no longer a branch of Hostess and have broken away from the Hostess family and created their own separate business entity now called the ding dangs. And the presence of such strong animosity between the two companies requires that hostess hire someone to defend the Twinkies. Of course my explanations would only continue to be more elaborate, and the disbelief of my listeners would only increase - to my entertainment. Then again I'm sometimes too lazy to be so self-deprecating, it was a nice thought though.
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