Chaos

Carnage1

Carnage2Method to the madness.  An organised mess.  Carnage.  Call it what you will—it is my reality.

As an aspiring writer (I hate those two words put together like that—they only reinforce the fact that I am not yet a professional writer), my mind is in utter chaos 99% of its waking hours.  This time of year (i.e. finals and research papers), that percentage increases to a full one hundred.

If you think the countertop where I’m writing a research paper is bad, you should see the innards of my brain—it’s disastrous.  I can’t keep anything straight; if I fail to write down a deadline I forget it altogether simply because my brain is incapable of retaining even one more piece of information on its own.  And it’s not even time for final exams yet!  This is just the term paper time!  I have a permanent nervous tick—two, in fact: one in my eyebrow and one in my right thigh.  It’s awful.  To make matters worse, I am out of DDP™ (that might account for the nervous tick, now that I think of it).  I have three research papers to write and each of them must be amazing. Already, I have put over ten hours into one (it sounds absurd, but it’s true: my professor is not joking when she says “research paper;” her requirements for my resources are insane, to the tune of “two of your resources must not be available within a 100-mile driving radius of the university campus; one of them must be an online source that is only available online; and one must be a source in print that is ONLY available in print and NOT online.  Also, close your eyes, stand on one leg, sing ‘Hello Dolly’ in French, and fake a sneeze.  Then document it in MLA format.”)

I’m not kidding—it’s nuts.

I don’t know what it is that compelled me to take these classes; whatever it is, it’s catching, because I’m registered for next semester, and it’s gonna be even worse.  I’d rather catch a bad case of the Swine Flu than have this disease, which I am diagnosing “College-for-No-Reason-itis.”  I recommend you steer clear of me, because it’s obviously contagious, and I wouldn’t wish its symptoms on my worst enemy {okay, maybe her [that little slut]; but certainly not my casual enemies}.

It’s dreadful.

My only consolation is at least I’m a good writer and I won that writing contest to prove it—oh, wait.  No I didn’t.

Dammit.

At any rate, in case you couldn’t tell, I’m getting closer to crunch-time for my classes, and this blog is suffering from the side effects.  I’m sorry, little blog.  I’ll try to keep you maintained on a regular basis, but that only means one measly post every weekday…I can’t promise anything by way of quality.

I’m sure you understand.

About Camille

I'm Camille. I have a butt-chin. I live in Canada. I was born in Arizona. I like Diet Dr. Pepper. Hello. You can find me on Twitter @archiveslives, Facebook at facebook.com/archivesofourlives, instagram at ArchivesLives, and elsewhere.
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10 Responses to Chaos

  1. I feel for you with the papers and finals and stress of school, but I’m sure my classes are not nearly as hard as yours. But, that’s your fault for picking that major. :)

    I just read the Taylor Swift post and I haaaaaate her music too. Yes, at first it’s catchy and I find myself singing to it a bit, but then after a few times listening to it I go nuts. It’s the worst when her songs and those lyrics get stuck in my head. Another song I hate- Decline by Hannah Montana or Miley Cyrus. Whatever. Hate it!

  2. Shirley says:

    So I really miss school – a lot – but then sometimes I glory in my freedom. Like when Mike stays up through the night studying and I got to spend the evening reading a novel and going to bed at a decent time. And gee it’s really nice only having work and church deadlines. I will pray for you – that the time till you can experience the same freedom will not be too long (suckah!).

  3. Maureen says:

    Oh, your counter top is not that bad. You should see my desk at work and “dining room” (as in, yeah right, like it’s ever going to be a dining room) table and counter top at home. My brain does not have time for thinking about so many things so it just throws up and manifests itself as a humungo mess. At least you’ve got some sort of method to the madness, or at least it looks that way to me.

  4. chelsie says:

    So every semester about this time, my room gets to the point of no return. . . no walkway from one point to another without stepping over some pile of clothes, shoes, books, powerpoint print outs, cords, . . .
    then when you add events on top of school it magnifies the clutterdness. Like needing to use things from my room to decorate evening of excellence, yeah, those things aren’t put back, just thrown in somewhere…

    The only reason any of my clothes are washed is because I only own so many pairs of underwear…

    However, I don’t like to leave on trips with a messy room, so I will have it clean within 23 days, after which, I will be in canada!!!

  5. Kelly says:

    I disliked finals time because my professors always enjoyed cramming in as much as possible in those last few weeks, including incredibly complicated papers. Soon enough it will be over!

  6. DeAnna says:

    I actually have slight envy right now, English was a class I actually enjoyed in high school and then the two classes of it I took in college were actually fun. Mind you it was all in the challenge that made it fun for me. The only part I despised was the format, MLA and APA. Drove me crazy!!! Hopefully your brain doesn’t hit mass overload before you get a chance to take a few weeks break with Christmas Holidays or you get to take a lovely week off being deathly ill in bed to escape. ;-)

  7. Merissa says:

    I’m on board with team Chamille prioritizing school work before blog play. I’m in my post-bacc year of studies and it’s kicking my butt right now. Stay strong! Make lists!

  8. Chloe says:

    haha! your chaos is my chaos!! I think you should see how my table is right now…
    Hey, maybe I’ll post a picture of it tomorrow, and you’ll see… It’s a mess.
    Don’t worry about us. I understand you. And I’m sure you’ll do a great job and get the highest grades!
    Keep it up!

  9. Jeff Lowry says:

    It might not be of use to you, but when I had to have my citations in MLA format or APA, I would use the Son of Citation Machine. Click the format type on the left, then the document type on the left. Fill out the forms and receive the properly formatted citation. Like I said you probably don’t need it, but I did.

  10. Favorite line:

    “Also, close your eyes, stand on one leg, sing ‘Hello Dolly’ in French, and fake a sneeze. Then document it in MLA format.”)”

    Do I know the slut???

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