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grammargirlAfter a completely unproductive nap in which I spent an hour lying wide awake in the dark listening to the wheels spinning uselessly in my head, I just ate dinner (mmm... Jimmy John's...) in an empty classroom with a hard copy of my paper draft, tearing it to shreds. Er. The paper, not the sandwhich.
It doesn't look good.
This is quite possibly the least organized paper I have ever written. Generally when I'm writing, my thoughts kind of naturally coalesce into some kind of logical order, and with a little tweaking I can usually come up with something that makes some kind of structural sense. That is not, by any stretch of the imagination, the case here--I don't know if it's too big or what, but my thoughts are just scattered everywhere--multiple topics in single paragraphs, ideas brought up, incompletely discussed, dropped, and then picked up again a few pages later. It's a mess.
Also, this is supposedly a paper about Wordsworth and Peter Pan, but I hardly bring up Wordsworth at all unless I'm quoting someone else talking about him. I quote secondary sources more than my primary sources, and frequently leave quotes hanging naked with no analysis or explanation to back them up.
I have no idea at this point what my argument is, or if I even have one.
To a certain extent, this is good, because it means that I have a lot more to add to this despite running out of new ideas to talk about. Betweeen the restructuring that desperately needs to be done, the transitions I'll need to add between paragraphs and sections, the analysis of Wordsworth, the explanation of quotes, and the extensive intro and concluding material I still need to write, I'll probably be able to come close to doubling what I have.
But... oh, God, the prospect of all that work is just exhausting. So much to do before I let myself sleep tonight, and so much more than that before I can sleep tomorrow. I fully expect to see the sun rise from the Fishbowl on Friday morning before this thing's done.
It's not that I think I'm incapable of getting everything done in time, it's just... so much, you know? I'm tired already, and it's going to get worse before it gets better.
Just think, someday I'll look back on this and think it was the best time of my life.
*sigh*
Okay. Here goes nothin'. Wish me luck, kids, I'm gonna need it.
EDIT: I forgot to mention this before, but while I was sitting here writing this entry, some random guy came up to me and asked me if I was an English major. When I said yes, he asked me to proofread his paper for him. Um. WTF? Do I just have that literature nerd look about me or something? I didn't even have my paper open yet, or any books out. Weird. That'll teach me to not spend every waking second of my time in the Fishbowl with my headphones on, exuding an aura of total obliviousness to the world around me.
It doesn't look good.
This is quite possibly the least organized paper I have ever written. Generally when I'm writing, my thoughts kind of naturally coalesce into some kind of logical order, and with a little tweaking I can usually come up with something that makes some kind of structural sense. That is not, by any stretch of the imagination, the case here--I don't know if it's too big or what, but my thoughts are just scattered everywhere--multiple topics in single paragraphs, ideas brought up, incompletely discussed, dropped, and then picked up again a few pages later. It's a mess.
Also, this is supposedly a paper about Wordsworth and Peter Pan, but I hardly bring up Wordsworth at all unless I'm quoting someone else talking about him. I quote secondary sources more than my primary sources, and frequently leave quotes hanging naked with no analysis or explanation to back them up.
I have no idea at this point what my argument is, or if I even have one.
To a certain extent, this is good, because it means that I have a lot more to add to this despite running out of new ideas to talk about. Betweeen the restructuring that desperately needs to be done, the transitions I'll need to add between paragraphs and sections, the analysis of Wordsworth, the explanation of quotes, and the extensive intro and concluding material I still need to write, I'll probably be able to come close to doubling what I have.
But... oh, God, the prospect of all that work is just exhausting. So much to do before I let myself sleep tonight, and so much more than that before I can sleep tomorrow. I fully expect to see the sun rise from the Fishbowl on Friday morning before this thing's done.
It's not that I think I'm incapable of getting everything done in time, it's just... so much, you know? I'm tired already, and it's going to get worse before it gets better.
Just think, someday I'll look back on this and think it was the best time of my life.
*sigh*
Okay. Here goes nothin'. Wish me luck, kids, I'm gonna need it.
EDIT: I forgot to mention this before, but while I was sitting here writing this entry, some random guy came up to me and asked me if I was an English major. When I said yes, he asked me to proofread his paper for him. Um. WTF? Do I just have that literature nerd look about me or something? I didn't even have my paper open yet, or any books out. Weird. That'll teach me to not spend every waking second of my time in the Fishbowl with my headphones on, exuding an aura of total obliviousness to the world around me.
