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transomwhiplassSo, I totally, utterly, completely fucked up today. Sarah "Get's Out of Anything/Everything at the Last Minute" Oaks had her reign of terror ended in one swift act of irreversible stupidity; a
I went to art history and found out our paper was due today, not Thursday as I could have sworn.
It was that humbling experience I needed to get my act together from now on - the one that left me groveling at the knees of the professor, God, fate, what have you..
I panicked and left class, already rehearsing all of the options and easy outs I had:
- Lie
- Write paper while the class was going on
- Lie
- Throw myself in front of a car
- Drop the class (actually not viable since the final drop date was Friday, which I found out later)
- Lie
- Call my mother
- Slit my wrists
- Etc. etc. etc.
I picked the "call my mother" option. She, being rational and clearheaded at the moment, told me to write my professor an immediate, honest, entirely apologetic email explaining my "fuck-up" (yes, that's how she phrases things too - she's the coolest mom). So I did just that, I wrote my professor the most honest guilt ridden, "I'm an irresponsible idiot" email ever for permission to turn it in late (at a "grade dock and with extra work"). One hour later..
"Hi Sarah:
Yes, Thursday (!!)--your grade will be docked slightly, that's all.
Please hand it in directly to your GTF
Deborah"
I don't know what "slightly" means in this context (I assume between 5 points and grade letter) but it's a glorious word.
---
So, I'm turning my first late paper in. Ever. (Seriously, first, last, only) This paper has been a double learning experience because not only have I gotten a refresher course in personal responsibility, I actually really liked doing the research for this paper. While I probably could have crashed through writing it today if I would have made the same realization this morning, instead I was researching global warming and green architecture methods (independent academic research for personal well-being, NOT a class!!) The process of writing it actually got me excited/totally invigorated about my major. I know I keep going through these swings where I'm like "yay!" and "meh" but I feel like this one actually has sticking power. I need to get my ass into studio next year so I can fulfill my potential to do awesome and rock the place - 8 AM looks like a trifle rather than a daunting obstacle. In fact, I can't fucking wait to wake up everyday at 6:30 AM. I'm also really excited to start doing extra good in this world, I'm pretty positive that I want to do some intense study of sustainability, the environment and/or economics in addition to architecture. I've been toying with the idea of a minor for the last two weeks, especially since I'll have all my group requirements done by the end of this term. I was thinking about something like Italian, Theater Arts, or Art History. While I do want to study those things further, I don't think I'll be satisfied building sets during my life, working in a museum, or in a humdrum architecture firm. I want to be up there on the front line with the innovators. I should study in Germany or the Netherlands where people are getting their act together. Italy would be fun for studying classical architects and the influences of today's styles, but I'm realizing I care less about styles and more about solutions. I want my designs to be beautiful and visibly cohesive with their surroundings but I think I care more about finding something the can serve and give birth to purpose than smacking a pretty facade on a place with limited scope.
Alright, I've had enough of that soapbox-tirade. The ego goes down, the ego goes up - I'm glad this day gets to end on a positive note over a bad one (since it was going fantastically well up until 4 PM). Oh, yeah, and apparently my PS GTF didn't turn down my paper proposal - it was a "+" not an "X." ARRGH, I'LL GET YOU BEASLEY IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DOOOOO.. lol
I went to art history and found out our paper was due today, not Thursday as I could have sworn.
It was that humbling experience I needed to get my act together from now on - the one that left me groveling at the knees of the professor, God, fate, what have you..
I panicked and left class, already rehearsing all of the options and easy outs I had:
- Lie
- Write paper while the class was going on
- Lie
- Throw myself in front of a car
- Drop the class (actually not viable since the final drop date was Friday, which I found out later)
- Lie
- Call my mother
- Slit my wrists
- Etc. etc. etc.
I picked the "call my mother" option. She, being rational and clearheaded at the moment, told me to write my professor an immediate, honest, entirely apologetic email explaining my "fuck-up" (yes, that's how she phrases things too - she's the coolest mom). So I did just that, I wrote my professor the most honest guilt ridden, "I'm an irresponsible idiot" email ever for permission to turn it in late (at a "grade dock and with extra work"). One hour later..
"Hi Sarah:
Yes, Thursday (!!)--your grade will be docked slightly, that's all.
Please hand it in directly to your GTF
Deborah"
I don't know what "slightly" means in this context (I assume between 5 points and grade letter) but it's a glorious word.
---
So, I'm turning my first late paper in. Ever. (Seriously, first, last, only) This paper has been a double learning experience because not only have I gotten a refresher course in personal responsibility, I actually really liked doing the research for this paper. While I probably could have crashed through writing it today if I would have made the same realization this morning, instead I was researching global warming and green architecture methods (independent academic research for personal well-being, NOT a class!!) The process of writing it actually got me excited/totally invigorated about my major. I know I keep going through these swings where I'm like "yay!" and "meh" but I feel like this one actually has sticking power. I need to get my ass into studio next year so I can fulfill my potential to do awesome and rock the place - 8 AM looks like a trifle rather than a daunting obstacle. In fact, I can't fucking wait to wake up everyday at 6:30 AM. I'm also really excited to start doing extra good in this world, I'm pretty positive that I want to do some intense study of sustainability, the environment and/or economics in addition to architecture. I've been toying with the idea of a minor for the last two weeks, especially since I'll have all my group requirements done by the end of this term. I was thinking about something like Italian, Theater Arts, or Art History. While I do want to study those things further, I don't think I'll be satisfied building sets during my life, working in a museum, or in a humdrum architecture firm. I want to be up there on the front line with the innovators. I should study in Germany or the Netherlands where people are getting their act together. Italy would be fun for studying classical architects and the influences of today's styles, but I'm realizing I care less about styles and more about solutions. I want my designs to be beautiful and visibly cohesive with their surroundings but I think I care more about finding something the can serve and give birth to purpose than smacking a pretty facade on a place with limited scope.
Alright, I've had enough of that soapbox-tirade. The ego goes down, the ego goes up - I'm glad this day gets to end on a positive note over a bad one (since it was going fantastically well up until 4 PM). Oh, yeah, and apparently my PS GTF didn't turn down my paper proposal - it was a "+" not an "X." ARRGH, I'LL GET YOU BEASLEY IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DOOOOO.. lol
