d i s c o v e r i n g monsters

Soda Crackers & Ginger Ale

Posted in Uncategorized by Jules on 11 November 2008


It usually hits me – about this time, and I have the sinking feeling, that I may, possibly, never make it out of the semester alive. The panic of the enormous load of work ahead, coupled with the very short amount of time allotted to complete it, creates a sick feeling in my stomach. And that in turn creates procrastination, which in turn, creates the sick feeling in my stomach. 


My face fears that it may be permanently bathed in blue tinted light, because, until the second week of December, I will most likely spend every waking moment staring at this computer screen, hoping that some brilliant idea morphs itself into a coherent paper. And there will, no doubt, be more waking hours than sleeping hours before the storm that is finals passes over – the ominous dark cloud that it is. Maybe I should put some lambs blood on my door… Don’t laugh. 

AND THEN. As if to play some cruel, cruel joke, they (the powers that be) require that you (the minion), during this overly horrible stressful time, pick out your classes for the following semester. Because, seeing that this is possibly the point in your semester that you would NOT like to think about ever coming back to this institution ever again – they (the powers) have decided that it is the opportune moment to suck you in for another round. Why? Because-you-have-no-choice. They, have the carrot. You, fool that you are, are carrot-less. Damn carrot. And then you (minion), think about taking 18 credit hours. Which causes the panic to flow more fluidly. And then, you (the minion, least you forget), thinks about the fact that you will be taking summer classes. It’s never-going-to-end. 

Better be one hell of a carrot is all I have to say. One HELL of a carrot.

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  1. caits said, on 11 November 2008 at 2:37 am

    speaking of carrots, I love that we both simultaneously blogged while NOT doing school work, on the Sunday of all sunday sort of nights.

    I believe that we should seriously start discussing the reward trip that is at the end of these powers that be.

  2. Jules Oldroyd said, on 11 November 2008 at 2:43 am

    HAHAhahahiasduihdsaf, I just finished reading your blog and had the same thought. I also had the thought “I’m glad I’m not the only one working on what I shouldn’t be working on, and not working on what I should be working on…”

    I am always comforted by the fact that you are out there also.

    I’m thinking, Greece? Or Italy? Or, exotic beach? …Or crash at someone’s house that we might happen to know who lives in Hawaii?

  3. Annie said, on 11 November 2008 at 6:58 pm

    of course it’s the latter. of course. don’t even think about greece or italy. lame. because to that i want to say “and i’m NOT?! [your first choice, that is]” flashbacks to cheerleading stunts near the trailer anyone?

  4. -Jeremy said, on 14 November 2008 at 4:40 am

    Jules you will do great just reach out there and before you know it the stupid carrot will be yours!

  5. Geoff said, on 15 November 2008 at 6:49 pm

    frickin’ powers.


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