arghhhhh. it’s 7.05am, it’s raining (perfect sleep weather, anyone? :(( ), and i am so regretting my decision to sleep at 3am and set my alarm for 6am last night, instead of working through the night and turning in at like 7am, like usual. oh wait, i haven’t done that in a while. but i think you get where i’m coming from la huh.
and well i shouldn’t really be blogging now, considering how i’m so hard-pressed for time, but it is precisely the fact that “i have no time” that makes blogging so much more attractive, i suppose. in any case, what i want to say is…
I AM SO FREAKING STRESSED CAN.
i feel like i’m about to break down and die soon. literally. the amount of things that i have to do, am supposed to do is downright scary and i’m frankly surprised that i haven’t already gone bonkers. and when i think about it, this is only the beginning. when the bazaar comes round at the end of october… ugh. please keep all suicide-able materials away from me then.
maybe i’m unduly stressing myself out, but i don’t think i am. tell me how can one be not stressed when:
- i feel like i have to breathe drink and eat emc and think about bazaar all the time
- i have to transcribe my horrible backlog of interviews. which is like, EVERYTHING.
- i find out that i really really hate transcribing, and that i’m horrendously slow at it. like i took nearly an hour transcribing 15 minutes for the bee lum and suan imm interview.
- i have to finish the transcribing by this friday.
- my 1000-2000 word take-home exam essay for farrell’s total war module is due by sunday night, 11.59pm
- i don’t even have an outline (or an idea) for the aforementioned essay
- i have a 1500 word essay for kelly’s europe of the dictators due on monday 11.59pm
- i have no time to do the essay on monday since i have lessons the whole day and a bazaar meeting at night
- the soci reaction paper is due on thursday and i have at least two more readings to go before i can even start doing the paper
- monday will see us getting handed essay questions for intro to world history. due date: freaking friday.
- the individual project for intro to computing is due on friday, too. oh joy.
- did i mention that during this whole time, i still have to think about and handle emc and bazaar matters?????
okay yes so maybe a little of that stress is self-generated. just a little. i mean, there’s SO MUCH i have to do, and so freaking little time. there’s only 24 hours in a day and it doesn’t help that i have an unruly body that likes to sleep too damned much.
and yes, if you ask me now, i really feel like i regret joining emc… not because i don’t like what i’m doing, but because it’s so much more work than i had ever envisioned, and that it’s happening at the wrong time.
but well… it’s probably all my procrastination accumulating and biting me in the behind now, actually. i could have done the transcriptions much much earlier, but what did i do? procrastinate. dr. kelly gave out the questions a month ago, but when did i start? this week. so yeah, technically i only have myself to blame, no? so yes, i just have to suck it up and complete everything… somehow.
but honestly? i’ve never been so freaking scared for my grades. never, ever. i’m behind in readings for all my modules, and i don’t have a module i’m confident of scoring for. except for intro to computing… maybe. and i’m trying to recall if i was so behind in my readings by the mid-sem break the last two sems, but i can’t seem to remember. in any case, i didn’t have so much to do in terms of hall commitments last year.
sigh. sometimes i feel like quitting while it’s early. it’s so sorely tempting, especially when i think about how hall commitments last a year. not just a sem. so it’s not just one sem’s grades i’m jeopardising here, it’s my entire second year. i am so, so tempted. even as i sit here and tell myself that no, i’m not a quitter, i can’t tell you just how much i want to. how much i would love to. it would be so easy, really. all it would take is a few words, and i would be freed from the burden and dare i say shackles of commitment.
but i don’t want to, because i refuse to believe that i have a will so weak i cave in the moment there’s pressure. and aside from the fact that i would feel damned guilty if i were to do that, i don’t want to look back with regrets and wonder what if. i mean, there is an equal possibility that i could look back and say damn, i really should have quit, but at least i would have gone through the entire experience, at least if i get the same feeling i have now, i would know, yes i have to quit.
so for now… nope, no quitting. i will get through this. i will get through this. i will get through this… or at least i can, y’know, die trying? haha. and at least now i know, don’t get involved in so much shtuff (want to guess it’s a combination of which two words?) the next time.
and i’m sorry if you read this expecting an update on my life, and got a huge dose of omg-i’m-so-stressed-i-wanna-die angst instead. well technically i shouldn’t be sorry, considering that this is really what my life is about at the moment. yes, it’s terribly sad, i know. but it’s not like i have a choice, huh…
i suppose, the only remotely good (but also very negligible) thing to come out of this is that, at least i’m kept so busy by all of the above shtuff that i have scarcely any energy or time to think about other things. well technically i’m not even really thinking about them to begin with, but i can’t help being occasionally distracted. i think it’s the novelty of newness, so hopefully that novelty will wear off soon…
okay, i’ve blogged (aka procrastinated) quite a bit so… yeah. time to go back to tearing my hair out over whether it is fair to say that the great depression made world war 2 inevitable (maybe i should change question?) and whether the victory of stalin over trotsky was inevitable from the outset.
in the meantime, wish me luck, and it would still be a good idea to keep sharp objects and the like away from me. really. haha.