I had a huge end of the semester paper to do for my Infant Development class. I partly procrastinated, waiting until last week to even pick a topic. But I figured I had a couple weeks. Wrong. I found out on Thursday while looking through my planner that the paper was actually due the following week, this week.
Of course I panicked. I had to find 10 scholarly primary sources. I had none. So I got to work on Friday and researched all day. I didn’t do anything over the weekend though. Oops. It was Easter and General Conference.
I was back at it on Monday and Tuesday all day. The library and I became great friends…
but I think it liked me a little more than I liked it.
By Tuesday night I had everything but the conclusion written. I also then needed three people to edit it and give me written feedback (really dumb for a non-english class if you ask me). Luckily I have an amazing mother, brother (todd), and roommate (leah wasson). Thanks guys.
By noon on Wednesday I still had some finishing touches, but I had a class to run to. I pulled out my planner in class, flipped to next week to see what I had to do, and sitting right there on Monday, April 12, 2010 were the words “SFL Research Paper Due.”
I flipped back to this week, and sure enough on Wednesday, April 7, 2010 were the exact. same. words.
After class I called my TA to get to the bottom of it, and it turns out the paper is due next week! So not cool. I practically killed myself working on this paper! Fer reals. While I was texting todd I even told him that this was my farewell to him, as I would be dying that night. His response? “Goodbye. Can I have your ipod?”
So now I have another few days to perfect the paper. The truth though? I am so sick of that thing it’ll be a miracle if I pick it up again and work on it.
Miracles happen everyday, though, right?