So, if you read my blog from last night, you know that I had a huge paper due today and that I didn't really get to start it until about eight thirty. I worked on it all night long, literally. My head hit pillow at about four thirty. It was the proper length, ten pages, and it had more than the minimal amount of sources, thirteen. I was exhausted, my head hurt, and I didn't want to wake up in the morning, but knew I had to.
My alarm goes off, and my wife calls me for good measure (because I occasionally sleep through alarms). I pour myself out of bed and into my attire (sweats and a hoody). I make it to school, and at the end of class I notice that no one is handing in their assignments. I walk up to hand mine in, just as one other student hands his in and my teacher says, "You have it done early huh? Well that's great." Early? It was due today. I read it on the syllabus: "Final Paper Due Monday, November 29th." The teacher had extended it for people meeting with the writing scholar, which I had, to Friday. I turned it in anyway, because I have so much homework due in other classes that I won't have time to work on it again and I'm hopeful that he will grade papers turned in early more kindly.
Why can't I listen? A similar listening issue happened previously, but in the exact opposite way. I was under the impression that a paper was due later than when it said on the syllabus, but found out it was due the next Tuesday. Luckily, I still had my finished product, but missed five points of extra credit thinking it was due much later.
Oh, well. I'll try to learn for following semesters (which will not be nearly as hard as this one), and hopefully scrape by this one. I'd like to blame someone else for all of this, but I know it's me. I'm the culprit of my own demise. It's no surprise to me, I am my own worst enemy (Blink-182 reference anyone?).
On a happier note, my mom is coming to visit me this morning, so that'll be nice to vent to her.