The plan was: exam Monday morning. Go home, finish paper, send it to the Professor to review, date with Theresa Tuesday, revise paper after date, submit the paper Tuesday evening for grading, enjoy my winter break on Wednesday.
I know my limitations so I'm able to fairly accurately know how things should occur days if not weeks in advance. I'm generally able to account for hiccups and delays and factor them in as well.
Well, I didn't expect a hiccup of this variety or this magnitude.
Let's go back in time for a moment. Monday afternoon. I've just finished my exam, I'm excited, I'm almost free, all is well. I'm really tired having barely slept in the last few days but the adrenaline from the exam is still keeping me going.
Either that or the 710ml of Coke I drank to keep me awake during the exam.
I stop by Safeway to grab a bowl of soup and a bread bowl for lunch because I love soup and I love bread bowls. Decided to treat myself. Got home, and half way through my bread bowl I feel oddly full and more tired than usual. I decide to take a quick nap and then get started on my essay.
I wake up a few hours later wanting to vomit, my intestines were cramping up and I'm still as exhausted from before I took the nap.
Yep, stomach flu. That's just great. Well, fairly certain it was stomach flu and the soup that did it to me. Last time I checked, Coke doesn't cause stomach problems of this magnitude.
I then spent the next 48 hours huddled up in bed, feeling terrible, not eating anything solid. Liquid in, liquid out to say it nicely.
Note that this doesn't change the deadline of my paper.
So come Tuesday evening when I finally feel coherent enough, I drag myself to my computer, finish my paper and send it to my prof early Wednesday morning in hopes that she'll still take a look at it.
And then waddled back to the bathroom to have my insides explode.
The good news is that a few hours later I do get an email back from the prof. The bad news is that because I sent it to her on the day its due she won't provide any help with it.
Well, gee thanks.
And it pisses me off even further because I could have had that stupid paper in her inbox for review on Monday if I didn't get sick. Or at least, Tuesday evening if I wasn't so sick.
So I looked over my paper several times in hopes that my own editing would be good enough and submit it for grading. I probably looked something like this:
Tea is soothing for the stomach.
I'm still slightly sick. The thought of eggs and greasy foods still makes me queasy. But who cares? I'm finally done now.
Just, not as elegantly as I would have liked.