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I did not go to class yesterday, partly because my cold had sapped energy and the will to go, and partly because of Mom. She had decided to go down to Price with the parents of one of Kami's teammates to see CEU play against Snow. Mom and Kami returned home around four in zee morning. I knew there was no way Mom would be able to get up at eight so we could be on zee road at quarter to nine in order to make it for class. She also wouldn't be fit to drive down either, so I emailed the professor.
The professor hadn't emailed me by the time I checked it yesterday morning, so I didn't worry about it. In fact, I did no homework a'tall.
I should've read my Lit. assignment yesterday, but I didn't. I let my lack of will and energy feed my laziness. (Never do that.) It was 20+ pages long, and the difficult speech of the Ramayana made it even longer to wade through. Halfway through I started panicking; I couldn't see a clear topic on which to write about. Well...I saw three or four, but I couldn't clearly define what stood out the most to me like with the two previous ones. Finally, I took a look at the epic itself, the different components: the hero's journey or deeds, the gods' interaction, etc. and how it defines the Indian social castes and shows the strict doctrine of Hindi dharma--righteous code of honor dealing with duty and morality. (Wow, that was a mouthful.)
Anyways, that took most of the afternoon. I then got onto the Internet to do a bit of research for the paper. While taking notes, I decided to check my email. My prof. had written back, saying she wanted me to fax or email the paper on my beliefs on death to her by Monday, 9:30 a.m. Crap, crap, crap! It was only half written. Plus, I have my Lit. paper on the agenda.
"I'm screwed. I'm ssoo screwed," I told myself. So, putting aside the Lit. notes I was making for my newest topic, I pulled up the death document and preceded to type anything and everything that came into my head that made sense. I did roughly three pages in under three hours, bringing the wholee paper to five and a half pages. I then sent it off to her via email.
Now, tomorrow I have my Lit. paper. May the Lord or my personal muse be with me... *knock on wood*
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And my ending is despair,
Unless I be reliev'd by prayer,
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
~William Shakespeare, The Tempest~
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