Remember the 25-page draft from my previous post that got torn into shreds? Well, I turned my 3rd (and sort-of final) draft in yesterday, Wednesday, 12/11/2013 at 11:59pm (on the dot!). Take that stupid 8000-level paper! I'll dig it up again some time in April for my Masters defense, but for now, I'm soooo excited that I'm don't have to touch it again for the next few months. Oh yeah!
Now all I have left is a teaching portfolio that I don't plan on spending more than a couple hours on, and grading (which I'll leave for another post), and I will be done with this semester.
But that meant that my entire yesterday was spent doing nothing but writing, writing, writing, writing... did I mention writing? By 6pm I starting getting a little cross-eyed from staring at the computer screen. By the time I hit the "send" button, my brain was completely fried. I was so ready to hit the sack and not set my alarm.
And then I realized that I needed to get up early in the morning to send my colleague to the airport, and I mean early, as in 4:40AM. Dang it! (Not to the part about sending him to the airport but about getting up early)
Anyway, I managed to drag myself out of bed, and when I reached his apartment, I texted him that I was outside. I scrolled through his previous texts to see if I had missed anything, and read, "...my plane is at 6am on Friday morning...(pick him up) 4:40 ish?" And I thought: 4:40am pick him up- check. Friday morning pick him up- check.
Wait a minute.
WAIT A FREAKING MINUTE.
It wasn't Friday morning. It was Thursday morning.
And so ladies and gentlemen, I got up at the unholy hour of 4:15am, changed, grabbed a bite to eat, sat in my car for 5 minutes waiting for it to warm up, drove all the way to his house (thank goodness it was only 10 minutes away), texted him, and then I realized that I HAD GOTTEN THE DAY WRONG. Somehow my brain thought that today was Friday.
I wanted to bang my head against the steering wheel, but settled for a *facepalm* instead.
And this is why I'm sitting back in my apartment at 5:54am typing this post because my body can't go back to sleep (it'll probably crash around 8am, maybe?). The next time someone asks me why I dislike grad school so much, I'll direct them to this post.
Seriously, I'm going crazy.
So here's to all of you out there who are either done with finals or taking finals- here's to wishing you a better experience than I had, and hoping that your brains are not as fried as mine.
Oh, wow, that really stinks. I've done something like that before. It's the worst, especially since you can't fall asleep and when your body finally can, you can't because you have stuff to do.
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