Daniel's Summer Blog

That's that, I suppose. As of 5:27 pm this afternoon (5/10) I completed my work for the year. It did not go without a fight. I am one of the most excellent procrastinators in all the school and this semester was no different. My only advantages this semester are that for the foreseeable future, I have no schoolwork and my teachers somehow colluded to space out my due dates over the last month of school.
To begin, I had a large project (50% of the course's grade) which I had been working on to some extent over the semester, but I was paired with a similarly procrastinatory partner, so we pushed the deadline as much as possible (we did get it in on time and it was fabulous at least according to the teacher).
Second, I woke up one Wednesday morning (the previous project was due on a Tuesday, I honestly cannot recollect if it was the next day or the next week) and decided that I should skip work and instead write my final paper for my second class, which was really just a compilation report and analysis of language learning tests I had given over the course of the semester. This was accomplished in a mere four hours (I did not start from scratch).
While this did knock out the first two of my five classes, they were the only two classes that I did not need to finish my majors. They also required the least amount of cramming, pressure and work in a small period of time.
My next task was a Spanish paper, which like most of my Spanish papers, was simply "pick a topic and go." So I took the presentation I had done the previous week and stretched it to its fullest extent and then some and handed it in (legal, don't worry). Please note this was after I took Sunday off to go to a promising but unfulfilling career fair on Sunday.
Having completed my first major, I moved on to the second, frantically studying for my one and only final. I reviewed my notes and had the undergrads who knew what they were talking about brief me on what I could expect. All was in vain as the professor presented us with a fairly monumental exam the next day, which I used all three hours to complete and tested everything we hoped it would not.
Lastly, I struggled to write and type my Senior Essay for my second major, which clearly I should have been doing all semester, but was simply to foolish to finish ahead of time. I had numerous meetings, rewrites and anguished walks to my advisor's office, but I finally managed to hammer it out and go home, mentally exhausted but rather exhilarated that I was done.
Of course I still had to sweat it out until my grades were posted, but I think my teachers did the perennial ritual of taking a stiff drink to steady their collective hand and then writing an inflated grade on my undeserving work.
Senior Week was fun, though not as blurry as I had intended. My family came in for graduation, which only made things even more crazy, but we managed to get through the weekend without serious incident. T-dawg spoke well, as did the grad student at my mini-commencement. There was a slight balloon malfunction, but aside from that, graduation came off without a hitch.
I made it home with few difficulties, and have been enjoying the time off, while looking for a job (
I will work for food, please contact me if you have a job for me!).
Feeling Old,