one of those evenings
Oct. 13th, 2003 08:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
godreamYes, this will be whining. Be forewarned.
I was stupid enough to procrastinate all weekend, and now I'm facing the consequences. Yay, consequences.
Though I will critique and edit others' stuff till the cows come home, I absolutely despise rewriting my own work. It's a strange mixture of being attached to theinanitybrilliance of my own words and the pain of rereading what I've written and realizing how terrible it is. So I've been trying to fix my English essay for an hour now, and I'm completely unable to focus on it. Blecch.
I left the essay I had to edit at mom's, and while she was looking for it for me to bring it over she found the pop quiz I got a 44 on. I realize that the grade sucks beyond belief, but I already beat myself up over it and I really really don't want to again, okay? And I told her about the grade, I really did, I told her I did badly though maybe she thought I was exaggerating, and I think I told her about it last month when I took the quiz, as opposed to last week when I got it back. Still. Grr argh.
I've also got to fill out a form for my physics teacher so she can write a recommendation for me. Oh, and get one of the Parentals to help me set up the online app stuff for MIT, since I lack the requisite credit card. I'm thinking at this point I pretty much haven't a prayer of getting an interview, which sucks because it seems to about double one's admission chances. Some days I hate the world, and myself most of all.
I like orange juice though. Mm, orange juice. (This is the result of my sudden resolution to end every one of these rants with something positive if it kills me.)
I was stupid enough to procrastinate all weekend, and now I'm facing the consequences. Yay, consequences.
Though I will critique and edit others' stuff till the cows come home, I absolutely despise rewriting my own work. It's a strange mixture of being attached to the
I left the essay I had to edit at mom's, and while she was looking for it for me to bring it over she found the pop quiz I got a 44 on. I realize that the grade sucks beyond belief, but I already beat myself up over it and I really really don't want to again, okay? And I told her about the grade, I really did, I told her I did badly though maybe she thought I was exaggerating, and I think I told her about it last month when I took the quiz, as opposed to last week when I got it back. Still. Grr argh.
I've also got to fill out a form for my physics teacher so she can write a recommendation for me. Oh, and get one of the Parentals to help me set up the online app stuff for MIT, since I lack the requisite credit card. I'm thinking at this point I pretty much haven't a prayer of getting an interview, which sucks because it seems to about double one's admission chances. Some days I hate the world, and myself most of all.
I like orange juice though. Mm, orange juice. (This is the result of my sudden resolution to end every one of these rants with something positive if it kills me.)
