It's been a week. About time I should post. No time right now. Like Zack, I'm stuck working on a big assignment, a term paper for my Crit Studies class that's due this Wednesday. I've chosen to write on Billy Wilder's The Apartment. Great movie, but that never made writing a paper more fun. No, strike that. I guess it would be worse writing about a crappy movie. But writing about a good one is still pretty bad. But I've spent a couple of days just compiling my notes. Now I'm writing the paper and the pages are filling up fast enough but I still have a lot of material to cover and I don't know if these ideas are organized very well.
Anyway, this is the first time I've written a paper since regular college (i.e. undergraduate). I really liked the idea that I'd left that behind. Oh well. It got to the point in my undergraduate paper writing where, the more proficient I got at writing papers, the more I would procrastinate when writing them. So, while freshman year I would deliriously freak out at one o'clock or three o'clock, by my last semester I would keep on crusing the internet until, say, five o'clock or seven o'clock before really freaking out. This way I could keep the pressure high. You need a bigger and bigger fix each time, I guess, to push you to get that paper done. The freakouts grew more severe, too. By the end almost every paper I turned in I was convinced was pure garbage, since I was barely conscious and utterly incoherent by the time I finished each one. The grades never got any worse, though. Maybe if they had I would have been healthier about it.
I think Zack should post his Syntax assignment so we see why he hates it so much.