During spring break, I bummed around and procrastinated so much, that after plates of food, hours of sleeping, and afternoons spent in front of the TV, I dreaded the dawn of a new week. I knew it was just a matter of time before the holiday week faded out and invisible school bells started chiming in my ear. And then I would be thrown into the arena of assignments again, to continue where I'd left off. I felt totally unprepared for the weeks to come, because I could smell the workload. I could taste the despair.
I was actually "depressed" when Monday arrived. My alarm went off and I groaned. I dove further into the black-and-white comforter, letting it blanket away the sun streaming through the blinds into my room, reminding me that it was time to face the new day. I contemplated staying in, even though I wasn't sick. But technically, I was sick of the assignments. They rang at the back of my mind, their towering bodies plastered with large, bellowing deadlines. My grades depended on how well I executed each task. At the end of the semester, my entire GPA depended on them.
The pressure was seeping into my thoughts again. Nobody was pressuring me; just myself, as usual. I thought about the large projects I had to finish - finding a suitable topic and creating a website on it, editing a broadcast clip on Final Cut Pro and writing the script by myself for the first time, writing a literary journalism piece even though I had no idea what to write about - and I knew that wasn't the end of it.
So, as pathetic as it seemed, I was dreading the week because I knew I'd have to go through the mundane routine of sitting through lectures, chasing minutes to the next assignment and worrying over the upcoming ones.
Anyway, once the week started, it seemed to flow like a river. The current pushed me to work, to spend hours in the editing lab of Stanley Russ Hall on Tuesday afternoon, to endure harsh criticisms on my subjective essay which I knew would surface because I'd boldly taken the other route. But on top of that, the week was tolerable.
Oh, and I just thought I'd share my midterm project here. :) I had to design a 16-page newspaper from scratch using a page-editing software, Adobe InDesign. It took me hours (probably 7?) to polish the layout. The best part was that I didn't have to write any of it; all the articles and photos were already provided. My job was to arrange them professionally across the pages, following the sheet of instructions.
TA-DAAAA! :)
I hope I get a good grade for that. I mean, I broke a sweat just trying to align the text on the pages. No joke.
I've been feeding off instant noodles all week. And pasta. Oh, pasta. The thought of it makes my mouth water. Do you know I can have pasta for every meal, every day of the week? I'm not exaggerating. It happened about a month ago.
And it wasn't because I was out of rice or noodles. I just craved pasta so much that I had to have it for every meal.
Anyway, I guess I kinda strayed off a little bit with the pasta.
The week hasn't been breezy, but I'm glad the weekend is approaching in TWO days. :) Oh yeah! Motivation, yo.
Okay, honestly I have no idea where this is going. :D But have a good rest of the week, people.
And go play in the sun!
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