I just realized it's November. November. One of my least favourite months.
Anyway, last week was... well, pretty hectic for me. And why? Because I had one 8-page lecture journal (one page per lecture), a 1,000 word essay and a 3-page poetry analysis to finish. Not that much, all things considered. But the thing is, I had to write all of them at the same time. And why? Because I'm such a lazy person that I can't do anything until at the last moment. I had two months to write that stupid lecture journal. Two months! And I just kept pushing and pushing it, because "there was still time" and "I have other things to do".
I'm stupid. Really stupid. Can't wait for the time when I have to write my Bachelor's thesis, or, the horror, Master's thesis.
Oh, well. At least there done. For now. I distinctly remember something about having to write another 1,000 word essay, a prose analysis and a 6-page analytical paper.
No, wait, was it two analytical papers? And something about a lecture journal?
