also: i am officially entering the part of the semester where i start to get crazy story ideas and am like
i could write this paper
or i could write 20 pages of navel gazing fiction
and it could be romantical in nature
let me just start a small pinterest mood board
and okay maybe write at least five pages.
online classes are so interesting in how you deal when you absolutely hate one. it is like the hugest burden to LOG IN and look over what you are supposed to be doing.
like i know i have 24 hours to finish tomorrow’s work but i feel both obligated to work on it now and absolutely dreading logging in.
surprisingly, it’s not the giant cumulative final project that i hate. somehow i am poised to get ahead in that class and i kind of love writing essays (thus far).
it’s the class i took as a low stress complement.
i should have known.
no professor ever follows through on the syllabus statement “values participation over perfection.”
or at least, if they do, they don’t advertise it. like in college. that one professor who we all know who let you turn in drawings as response papers.
i miss that.