I've been walking around in a daze. I am in a constant state of denial and disbelief. I refuse to accept the fact that the workload is physically impossible to accomplish unless I give up eating, sleeping, and showering for the next 4 weeks AND find a way to travel back another 4 weeks. I keep telling myself that I only need a night to finish each project. We have about 10 things lined up on our to-do list right now and I'm not talking the "Buy milk."-type of list, the items are something like:
"Management Control Systems paper - finish backlogged chapters (5,7,9,10,11) and cases in book, interview & collect data from partner company, attempt to analyze, give up trying to figure things out alone, argue with groupmates for 10 hours, consume a great big tray of double shot mochas, cry in frustration wile rushing group paper overnight, forget to check and edit for grammatical errors". ---> that's just one entry.
But since I'm the queen of procrastination, I have convinced myself that I'm the bomb. I've been walking around with an arrogant (and ignorant) smirk on my face while everybody has been buzzing around panick-stricken since 2 weeks ago.
Ten projects? Pffft! Cheeeecken! When the shit hits the fan (I wonder if anybody's ever tried that out...), I will rise up gloriously unscathed like a phoenix from the ashes of the shitty people who spontaneously combusted from the intense pressure of their brains working round-the-clock. I refuse to panic (this is in conjunction with my brain refusing to work). I shall instead meditate and prepare myself for the disappointment of flunking a couple of units this term.
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