Monday, March 17, 2008

reason #563 why procrastination is bad

Good god, my life just flashed before my eyes. So, for Fiction Workshop, we had a take-home final, as I believe I've mentioned. Now, usually I like to turn these things in as soon as I finish them, but in this case, I finished it at about 3 AM on Thursday morning, and Old Main, sadly, is not open at that hour. So I saved it to my flash drive and wrote myself a note to turn it in when I got up later that morning.

Well, I forgot. All day I forgot. No big, I told myself, because it wasn't due until Saturday afternoon. I'd be going over to Seymour for meals on Friday, so I could print it off and turn it in then, no problem.

Except I forgot again. So Friday night, I wrote on my white board, "FICTION FINAL" in big blue letters to remind me to turn it in before I left in the morning.

And that's where it all gets hazy. I know I went over to breakfast Saturday morning, because that's where my Dad met me, in the caf. I know I didn't turn it in right after breakfast, because my dad had the car and so he drove me back to the house. What I can't remember is if I turned it in before Dad got there, i.e. before I went to breakfast, or possibly after we packed my stuff in the car, or not at all.

I hadn't thought about it at all since then, until just now when suddenly, drowsing on the couch while half-heartedly surfing the web, I was jerked from the brink of sleep by the thought, "Oh my god, I didn't turn in my final!" I racked my brains (and did so again just now trying to figure out whether that's "rack" or "wrack"—Dictionary.com says it's "rack"—but I digress), but I couldn't for the life of me remember. And I couldn't email an extra copy to my professor just in case, because he doesn't use email! Honestly!

So in a panic, I called him up and told him what was going on and asked if he had a copy of it, and he said he wasn't at his desk just now but he told me to email it to to another professor, who could then pass it on to him.

*sigh* So I guess I've learned my lesson.

Gah, my hands are still shaking.

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