Okay for the past couple of days I had been reading chapters and taking notes. Yesterday into the early hours of this morning was spent doing a set of questions. I finished at about 3 o'clock this morning. i haven't gotten the grade back yet naturally. I am not very optimistic about the grade I'll get. I think my answers sounded too "I got my answers straight out of the textbook."
I was gonna get up about 9:30 this morning. I set the alarm and everything. The alarm went off. I turned the alarm off and precede to go back to sleep. When I finally woke up enough to turn my head and look at the clock (it's an iHome that I have been having problems with) and it said it was after 2:00. I practically jumped out of bed!
I ran to the computer and emailed Joy. I was like, "OMG. I completely fail. Btw Joy thanks so much for the support during this. She herself, is a procrastinator and is going through her own trials of schoolwork hell. After I did that I happened to look down at the clock... it was only 11:10. Phew. You may be asking why panic over a couple of hours? Well when you have only days to complete weeks of coursework... you'd panic too. Time is precious, but at times like these time is the dearest thing in the world to you.
So I stalled for about an hour building up courage to take the quiz. Ate breakfast, checked emails, tweeted, all that good stuff. The I couldn't stall anymore and I took it. All I have to say if thank goodness it was completely multiple choice, it was open book, and the internet exists. Result: 93% A. woot and phew.
So now that I have that done I need to immediately start on Phase 2, which is the second set of questions and the second quiz. They cover more chapters and just genuiely is gonna take more time. I just don't know if how I did Phase 1 will work for Phase 2. Although it is the same concept there is more of it and I just don't think I have the time to read all the chpaters fully. I think maybe I should just work directly from the questions and read the sections pertaining to them. After that then do the quiz, which is open book anyways.
Phase 3 is scary even to think about...
Is this blog an act of procrastination or is it helping me to break the cycle?
okay so first I won the 12seconds challenge yesterday for my second video for the site which was what superhero would you be and why? I picked storm cause I had this idea to use the raining men song. It worked out how I wanted it to. I still laugh when I watch it when the song changes over to its raining men lol. In truth I don't know what superhero I would want to be or what superhero. I would prolly want wolverines abillity. Not necessarily the claws, but that people can't kill him and he doesn't age or anything. I don't know.
OKay now onto the school work thing. 9 days. 9 days is what I have to get everything done.... I am not sure if I am going to make it, but I am going to try. I have written down the things that I need to do by which day, so hopefully I can stick to that. Here's hoping...
I joined 12seconds.tv
That's right I joined another site that I prolly will get addicted to.
I learned of it from me good friend joy
I wanted to get into the #antivalentine madness there on 12seconds.
my first video is also my #antivalentine video
linkage: http://12seconds.tv/channel/ranileto/92445
so enjoy.
and yed i do realize i did this when i should be doing work.
yes i do continue to fail.
im worried actually about how much i am failing.
OKay, so the course ends on the 24th!!!!!!!!!
I am so screwed, so screwed, so screwed!
Why do I do this to myself!??!
I might not make it this time...
So I basically have had this sense of dread set in. I know I don't have much time left in this course. basically very little time left. I believe I have around two weeks left. I have two weeks to do eight weeks worth of coursework. I can't find the exact date that the course ends and that is adding to my anxiety. I set myself up for this. I always do. What the hell is wrong with me. I wanted this time to be different, but it has ended up just as it always does.
I need to do the first three chapters by Saturday. That's what I need to do. I just need to do it to keep afloat and to keep from panicking. I fail epically.
SO I have been avoiding the library...
Why you ask?
I guess it's a little strange seeing my love of books.
There's also the fact that I worked in one before we moved.
Well we went to the library shortly after we moved here to get library cards and all that.
I like libraries, so I was kinda excited to get to know a new one.
We went up to the front desk and were starting to fill out the forms.
They asked for identification.
We showed them, but they wouldn't give us cards because it didn't have our address on the cards...
WTH.
At the library I worked with you just needed identification and if you didn't have any they would send you your card in the mail and that would be proof enough.
But nooooo, not here.
Your just shit out of luck.
I don't know exactly why, but I got a little pissed off..
I said I wouldn't go back.... and I haven't.
I miss being in a library
I fail I know, but so far I'm still resolved not to go back. Maybe there's another one near us that I can check out.
idk
Nathan sat looking into the fire wondering how a life that started out privileged could end so badly. His brother had been dead a week and the mystery surrounding not only his death, but also his life had not lessened. When word of his brother’s death had reached him, he had gotten the first flight to the United States. He identified his brother’s body in New York and flew back with it to England. The funeral had been today. His mother was not able to attend. Her grief was terrible. John had been her favorite. Her baby. Nathan knew that she loved him as well. He was her son too, but John had always been her baby. While Nathan grew and looked to his responsibilities and settled into his life working alongside their father at the company, John had chosen a different path. Not a bad one necessarily, just an unknown one. Questions directed to him regarding his life always went unanswered. He would disappear for months at a time. Only reappearing, because he knew Mother would be worried. This went on for years until about three years ago he stopped reappearing. Mother became worried as she always does. Months turned into a year and then the rest of us grew worried. I used the company’s contacts around the world to try to find his whereabouts, but I was always one step behind. Finally, a week ago I finally tracked him down. I tracked his body to a morgue in New York City. Nathan looked deeper into the fire. He wondered which he felt more: relieved, angry, or curious. He was relieved that they could all stop worrying, especially his mother. He was angry that his brother would put them all through this. Their mother was all but bedridden with grief. Above all though, he was curious. There were still so many questions about his brother that needed answering. How did he really live his life? Did he have any friends or maybe even a family? How did he die? Nathan got up from the chair still looking into the fire. One thing he certainly was going to find out was who had his brother running for his life.
Of course I haven't written a blog in a long time. The last one doesn't really count. Not that I haven't thought of writing one or how long it has been. Of course I have, but then what else would anyone expect of a procrastinator such as I.
School work goes long untouched. Why can I not be as I wish to be? I know I need to do it and I want to do it, yet I cannot for the life of bring my self to do it and it is only school work! Imagine if it were something else more important. Not that it isn't important. I know that it is and that even though it is one class the cost is not easy for my parents. I know this and still I put off what is not hard to do. I know that I could very easily do this work. I tell myself everyday that I shall sit down and do the work. Just get it over with and I never do. The weeks pass by and the time to do it all grows shorter. Oh why do I do this?! I disappoint myself.
I would not want anyone to feel sorry for me. I do not deserve it.