Oh man oh man… I feel like I just dumped the biggest unconsolidated brain load on this draft. I mean I can’t read past the first 10 pages before I’m either lost or bored. We’re talking about the thesis draft I wrote just this last weekend.
I’m slowly working on it in sections, but it’s like pushing with all my might against a force I didn’t account for… senioritis. The condition seniors in their last semester get when they generally don’t give a sh*t about finishing anything.
It’s set in hard, since this is my second round of being a senior. I mean its disgraceful to think I would settle right now for a C just to walk in May, but there it is.
I know I got to kick it in high gear and produce a more shiny piece of cr*p if I want have some decent dignity when I walk the line in May for my sheep skin. But where’s that going to come from?
Peaz
~J oot
