Note
to self. Leaving things to the last minute is not helpful. This last week alone
I think I’ve written at least 10 papers. And while I did start some of them
early, I did not start all and that was a huge mistake. I am definitely feeling
the pressure. This semester is crazy, BUT it is so close to being over—so I
just need to hold on a little longer.
So.
I’ve been writing a lot, and since I waited till basically the last moment my
writing was not as good as I wanted it to be. I don’t think I have ever been so
disappointed in my own writing before. Usually I am content with my writing—I think
I do a good job and that’s good enough for me. But that wasn’t the case this
week.
I
wish that I had had a little more self control towards the middle and end of
this semester, but I just got too burnt out. Senior year really is getting to
me, and I really wish I was handling it better. But I can only look to the
future.
One
of the papers I wrote for my religion class last week reminded me of this
class, however, so I thought I’d talk about that for a bit instead of being sad
about my semester. We had to write a paper on our personal Sisyphus. For those
who don’t already know, Sisyphus was a man who was cursed by the gods to roll a
rock up a hill for all eternity as punishment for tricking the gods. We wrote
about how this myth inspired the writer Camus to write about the absurdity of
meaning, or the lack thereof. It was really interesting to see how a myth
inspired such deeper thinking in a philosopher to the point that people are
still talking about what he said hundreds of years later. It kind of gives me a
hope and connection to the material—as if there is a message waiting in every
story.
