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hyperventilation
special thanks to kevin. who peeled me off the ceiling (again) today. Most folks know (i think?) that i've got a business plan that MUST BE DONE (and graded and the grade submitted) by Thursday of this week. It's for an incomplete--for an entire class.
So yeah. It's not a "BIG PAPER;" it's an entire 3 credit class. And I, like the freaking GENIUS I am, had put it off all summer long b/c I feared it and wished to ignore it and had 4 million other things to do that were so much more pleasant (and yet i still didn't get my lj community sorted out OR my fanfic written OR my 'drawings for people' list complete OR...).
I had looked over the required writing and pledged i would not come online to dick around or read my email or ANYTHING until i'd wrapped things up by Tuesday the 25th. As in, have it done. Tonight.
Kevin pointed out, gently b/c i was liable to seize the nearest blunt object and batter the general public with it while giggling hysterically, that if i'd assumed that NOTHING WOULD GO WRONG WITH MY PLAN of "put-it-off-til-the-last-minute-and-assume-nothing-will-go wrong"... well. Boy. I must be dumb.
The whole final section: the 'FINANCIAL PLAN' has 13 different spreadsheets and the look like YIDDISH. which... would be okay, but i don't SPEAK YIDDISH. And the store keeps crap financial records, so i didn't have anything to reference.
So. Tomorrow. The day i wanted to turn it IN and be done with it, i'll be turning in everything BUT the financial section and the financial summary. Then going the first three classes, taking an EXAM i didn't get to study for (it's basic first aid though, so kevin's right when he says i'm catastrophising) and then light outta there like a bat outta hell to get to the store to pick the boss' brains for what he THINKS our starting assets/fixed assets/insurance requirements/etc are... cram them into the excel slots, write a shitty summary and send those to the professor who will hopefully be a kind and merciful Edu-God... and give me a barely barely deserved "A" Then at 3:15, i go to my shrink and plead for him to write me some perscriptions and give me some FUCKING SAMPLES B/C I"M NEVER GONNA GET OUTTA DEBT IF I HAVE TO PAY $300 a MONTH ON TOP OF MY BILLS TO STAY SANE KTHNX! Then maybe i do some more writing if picking the boss' brains took to long--oh then i get to go to my night class. joy, huh?
Let the celebration be unconfined. Let there be dancing in the streets. Let the chariot races, the sack races, and the piglet races begin.
then i get to start thinking about the 2 exams i've got on thursday that are NOT so easily dismissed...
i kept telling people that i was booked full up til thursday. But looking at the list of stuff here? I just wanna cry. I felt so GOOD going into the semester! I was so ON TOP of everything. I was gonna get A's not b/c some teacher took pity on me, but b/c i was queen has-her-shit-together-and-it-smells-like-roses.
just for ONE semester, i'd like to get through it without having to beg special favors like a jackass. I haven't done that since HIGH SCHOOL! Oh. and i want A's. um... b/c they're pretty and match my shoes.
so. i'm about to go check my email, format the bulk of my paper and send it to my professor. wish me luck. And i'm not ignoring anybody. i miss you guys terribly.
*falls over*
So yeah. It's not a "BIG PAPER;" it's an entire 3 credit class. And I, like the freaking GENIUS I am, had put it off all summer long b/c I feared it and wished to ignore it and had 4 million other things to do that were so much more pleasant (and yet i still didn't get my lj community sorted out OR my fanfic written OR my 'drawings for people' list complete OR...).
I had looked over the required writing and pledged i would not come online to dick around or read my email or ANYTHING until i'd wrapped things up by Tuesday the 25th. As in, have it done. Tonight.
Kevin pointed out, gently b/c i was liable to seize the nearest blunt object and batter the general public with it while giggling hysterically, that if i'd assumed that NOTHING WOULD GO WRONG WITH MY PLAN of "put-it-off-til-the-last-minute-and-assume-nothing-will-go wrong"... well. Boy. I must be dumb.
The whole final section: the 'FINANCIAL PLAN' has 13 different spreadsheets and the look like YIDDISH. which... would be okay, but i don't SPEAK YIDDISH. And the store keeps crap financial records, so i didn't have anything to reference.
So. Tomorrow. The day i wanted to turn it IN and be done with it, i'll be turning in everything BUT the financial section and the financial summary. Then going the first three classes, taking an EXAM i didn't get to study for (it's basic first aid though, so kevin's right when he says i'm catastrophising) and then light outta there like a bat outta hell to get to the store to pick the boss' brains for what he THINKS our starting assets/fixed assets/insurance requirements/etc are... cram them into the excel slots, write a shitty summary and send those to the professor who will hopefully be a kind and merciful Edu-God... and give me a barely barely deserved "A" Then at 3:15, i go to my shrink and plead for him to write me some perscriptions and give me some FUCKING SAMPLES B/C I"M NEVER GONNA GET OUTTA DEBT IF I HAVE TO PAY $300 a MONTH ON TOP OF MY BILLS TO STAY SANE KTHNX! Then maybe i do some more writing if picking the boss' brains took to long--oh then i get to go to my night class. joy, huh?
Let the celebration be unconfined. Let there be dancing in the streets. Let the chariot races, the sack races, and the piglet races begin.
then i get to start thinking about the 2 exams i've got on thursday that are NOT so easily dismissed...
i kept telling people that i was booked full up til thursday. But looking at the list of stuff here? I just wanna cry. I felt so GOOD going into the semester! I was so ON TOP of everything. I was gonna get A's not b/c some teacher took pity on me, but b/c i was queen has-her-shit-together-and-it-smells-like-roses.
just for ONE semester, i'd like to get through it without having to beg special favors like a jackass. I haven't done that since HIGH SCHOOL! Oh. and i want A's. um... b/c they're pretty and match my shoes.
so. i'm about to go check my email, format the bulk of my paper and send it to my professor. wish me luck. And i'm not ignoring anybody. i miss you guys terribly.
*falls over*