An open letter to me:

[wordinista]

Dear Self,

Class From Hell is coming to an end tomorrow. Yes, you have made it through the semester without having bought the book, and yes, you are just over 24 hours away from being done with this craptacular class, and the prof's McAnecdotes forever and ever, amen.

So could you possibly explain why, with 25 hours before your final class, and a half an hour away from leaving for the group meeting to go over our final presentation, you HAVE NOT STARTED THE FINAL YET? This is new heights of procrastination, even for you.

YOU EVEN HAVE ANSWERS OUTLINED ON SCRAP PAPER ALREADY. YOU JUST HAVE TO FILL IT IN WITH A BUNCH OF PRETTY B.S. SERIOUSLY. GET ON THE BALL.

...

Or you could feed the dogs instead. Yeah, that sounds like a plan too.

Exasperated,
Bunneh

Comments

[megido]

I'm doing the same thing. Tomorrow is the final for my ecology course, it's the last day of classes, and the professor has told us it's going to be at least 200 questions... and I haven't started studying yet.

We're awesome.

[w0rdinista.livejournal.com]

Part of the problem for me is that the prof just... sucks. I mean, she's completely just... blah. She doesn't seem engaged with the class, she doesn't seem to CARE about the class, and is completely failtacular in motivating the students.

(Oh, and her speech pattern is also almost identical to the Band Camp girl from American Pie. You know? She ends every sentence like a question? And you never know? If she's actually asking you something?)

ARGH. HATE THIS CLASS. SO. MUCH.