End of the semester: warning, stress approaching.

I was talking to a friend about this 15/25 pages paper I have to do. At first, it was due on the beginning of the month, but then the professor decided to give us two more weeks. I like papers, they can be interesting and enlightening about whatever topic it is you’re working on. It’s almost exciting, going through the different resources you come across to find good, reliable information. And then you feel proud of yourself when you hand them in, knowing you did a good job.

But with this particular paper… The professor didn’t give us any guidance at all, and the topic I managed to come up with wasn’t very good, but getting him to agree to a topic at all was difficult enough as it was, so I didn’t really argue at the time. To be honest, I have no idea what I’m doing here, I feel like I’m just recycling information I find through Wikipedia and GoogleBooks, and then stretching it out to fit that number of pages. I’m sure he’ll know, it’s impossible not to. Also, both the paper’s due date and the exam for that subject are on the same week – next week. Before that I have a big debate I haven’t even started preparing for. And I know I have a couple more exams afterwards, but I’m too terrified to look at my calendar right now and check. I can’t wait for this semester to be over.

In the meanwhile, I’ll continue destroying – redesigning, remodeling, whatever – my bedroom as a stress relief. I still feel smothered in here, there’s still too much crap. Although there’s a bit of an echo now, which strangely makes me happy. The big CD holder is gone and most of the stuff I had lying around has been thrown away too, so I have most of my desk empty organized now. The white board though, that is seriously getting on my nerves. I think it might be the next thing to go.

And I don’t think I can procrastinate any longer, I’ll go back to my paper now.