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Ack. Process.
May. 4th, 2006 09:35 pmWell, so Tuesday we finished our group project. Well and good, I thought.
Wednesday, I had a big paper due that I hadn't been able to work on much due to pressures of group project. I came home from work to finish the paper. I finished it, posted it, was too tired to deal with going through the 100odd listserv emails I get a day, so I logged off and curled up for an hour in bed with my new book (Charlaine Harris, "Definitely Dead" came out Tuesday, and I was good and waited to start reading it until after turning the paper in Wednesday). Then tonight I come home, check my email, and see that there are all these group member messages about different points being raised - and that apparently they settled them and turned it in, but I didn't support them in that process.
My bad, because I genuinely thought we were completely done on Tuesday, but I still am feeling guilt.
*sigh* The character in all of literature I most identify with right now is Nicole Hollander's Sylvia cartoon strip character "The Woman Who Blames Herself For Everything" - immortalized in the strip where she visits France and says "They all speak French! This must be my fault!" - and her husband chimes in from the side of the panel "There there honey, I think they brought this on themselves..."
*sigh* Tired. Confused. Just want to finish school and start worrying about finding a job and packing.
On the comforting front, we got permission from the landlords to lease our desired apartment, so we now have a place to live in June. This is good. Gotta count those blessings and chill a little. Chill is good. Tense and nervous are bad. Right.
Wednesday, I had a big paper due that I hadn't been able to work on much due to pressures of group project. I came home from work to finish the paper. I finished it, posted it, was too tired to deal with going through the 100odd listserv emails I get a day, so I logged off and curled up for an hour in bed with my new book (Charlaine Harris, "Definitely Dead" came out Tuesday, and I was good and waited to start reading it until after turning the paper in Wednesday). Then tonight I come home, check my email, and see that there are all these group member messages about different points being raised - and that apparently they settled them and turned it in, but I didn't support them in that process.
My bad, because I genuinely thought we were completely done on Tuesday, but I still am feeling guilt.
*sigh* The character in all of literature I most identify with right now is Nicole Hollander's Sylvia cartoon strip character "The Woman Who Blames Herself For Everything" - immortalized in the strip where she visits France and says "They all speak French! This must be my fault!" - and her husband chimes in from the side of the panel "There there honey, I think they brought this on themselves..."
*sigh* Tired. Confused. Just want to finish school and start worrying about finding a job and packing.
On the comforting front, we got permission from the landlords to lease our desired apartment, so we now have a place to live in June. This is good. Gotta count those blessings and chill a little. Chill is good. Tense and nervous are bad. Right.
