There are about two weeks of this academic term remaining, and everything is amazing. I’ve never felt as happy or as challenged by work as I have in the last eight weeks of my life. It’s all coming to a head now and between three classes I have six major projects/assignments all due in a seven day timeline.
Instead of panicking about my deadlines, I spent about an hour last night trying to figure out how a Rubik’s cube works. I still haven’t got it figured out, but I learned through my practice that I can deliberately make one side all the same color. The problem is I can’t decide which color I’m going to make it until I have about 3 of the same one in a row.
This, for all intents and purposes, is exactly how I’m going to live my life for the remainder of the term.
So this is how my life is going to work out next week:
- One or two of the projects I have cooking right now will come out beautifully.
- A couple of the things I’m working on will come out looking mostly the way they should save for a few glaring exceptions.
AND - One or two of them will be a horrible clusterfuck that I have little to no excuse for.
I still don’t know which assignments will live and breathe, and which ones will die, but this term has definitely turned into the academic equivalent of the Kobayashi Maru.
No matter what the outcome, I am committed to saving the ones that die. I’ll take them to my creepy cellar, submerge them in embalming fluid to preserve their lifelike qualities, and leave them on the shelf until I can reanimate their flesh.
AP.
