(Originally posted to my Livejournal, CreamSodaAngel)
I have never, in my entire scholarly career, handed an assignment in late. EVER. Today I feel miserable. I have a sociology paper due at 430 today, but my course load week kicked my butt, and I thus, did not get said sociology paper done. *cries*
I made the decision at 1am this morning that I would give up my attempts to bullshit a paper on the sex tourism trade. I figured it would be better for me to take a late penalty and hand in a quality work, than hand in a piece of crap on time.
I just hope I made the right choice…
…but now I feel miserable. Because I am such a go getter when it comes to school. But then, I think my chances are better to get a good grade on this assignment if I take the extra few days and a late penalty, than handing one in at 430 today that most likely won’t even make the word count.
I started this semester out so well too. I was ontop of all my readings and assignments. I’m not sure what happened, but I just let the workload get the best of me and broke down crying last night. Thus what prompted the decision to turn in the paper late.
If I want to even THINK about getting into graduate school, I really need to learn how to keep up with things. This is only the second time that I’ve broken down about school work, so you know it got pretty bad. But still, the guilt of handing something in late is gonna eat me up inside until Monday.
Life sucks right now… I want a hug…
Current Mood: crushed
location: Mackenzie Cafe, AQ, SFU Burnaby
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