Re: You know what really grinds my gears?
I've always needed deadline pressure to get stuff done.
My sophomore year at UT, I took a British Lit class during spring semester. First day of class in January, the professor tells us we need to start working on our papers now; that he'd be able to tell if we tried to put it all together in the last week before it's due.
I get back to school the Sunday after spring break. Just before going to bed, I look at the syllabus to make sure I haven't forgotten anything. Whoops. The paper is due at 9 the next morning. And, of course, I haven't done a thing on it. So I hustle to the library, check out some books and convince a buddy to switch dorm rooms with me for the night so I can use his computer. I stay up until 5 writing my paper and turn it in at 9.
A few weeks later, the professor says he has our papers graded. He goes on about how disappointed he is, that it's obvious most of us waited until the last week to write them. He tells us the highest grade was a 95 and that was the only A for the whole class. There were a bunch of Fs.
He starts calling names to come pick up papers. He calls me and I sheepishly go pick up what I'm sure is going to be an F. He looks at me and says "I completely disagreed with your thesis ... but you supported it very well. Well done."
Yup, I got the 95.
I've always needed deadline pressure to get stuff done.
My sophomore year at UT, I took a British Lit class during spring semester. First day of class in January, the professor tells us we need to start working on our papers now; that he'd be able to tell if we tried to put it all together in the last week before it's due.
I get back to school the Sunday after spring break. Just before going to bed, I look at the syllabus to make sure I haven't forgotten anything. Whoops. The paper is due at 9 the next morning. And, of course, I haven't done a thing on it. So I hustle to the library, check out some books and convince a buddy to switch dorm rooms with me for the night so I can use his computer. I stay up until 5 writing my paper and turn it in at 9.
A few weeks later, the professor says he has our papers graded. He goes on about how disappointed he is, that it's obvious most of us waited until the last week to write them. He tells us the highest grade was a 95 and that was the only A for the whole class. There were a bunch of Fs.
He starts calling names to come pick up papers. He calls me and I sheepishly go pick up what I'm sure is going to be an F. He looks at me and says "I completely disagreed with your thesis ... but you supported it very well. Well done."
Yup, I got the 95.
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