Finally second term is over! The last week of uni was complete madness with two essays and one portfolio due to be handed in one after the other. Every term I tell myself “no slackin’ this time, I’m gonna do all my essays on time and save money” but I never stick to it, next term will be different!
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As students we are world reknowned for procrastination: ‘I’ll do it tomorrow’. It never quite hits us that a deadline is looming until the day before, yet 3000 words including references and bibliography can be a massive ‘head scratcher’ when it has to be rushed in 24hours and not look like slap dash! There are 3 shitty outcomes from procrastination, either: you hand it in late, you don’t hand it or its so shit because its rushed. Neither of these happened to me, what happened to me is fuckery indeed- in fact I still haven’t gotten over it!
So I stay up until 5am doing Advertising Management report that I had absolutely no clue what to write about, until a top secret skype convo between Gemma, Niran and I. The report had three parts to it which were really vague literally going into no depth what so ever to the point where writing an essay on WW2 could have been justified!
After we figured out the fuckery that was this brief, I started writing the report with ZERO motivation thus listening too ‘All by myself‘, my own writing was making me feel sick, I couldn’t even read it back to my self without the urge to sign my self up to a night course in English! After quite a long struggle, the report started to make sense .. The way I was getting so excited, my mood started to lift and I edited all the crap I had wrote before and my report was on point; I changed the music at this point too btw.
One of the sections required us to do some unnecessary calculation. Now I’m not trying to avoid simple mathematics but come on, I thought I was doing a creative course in an art school and my lecturer is there handing me an assignment that requires me to count! I started to get Flashbacks from secondary school in maths (always good inspiration). Had to calculate all the financial earnings of an advertising agency which we new nothing about because it was not in the brief! The way I did a full blown cash flow forecast that took me over an hour, anyone who did business knows how long these things take to make; I was proud all smiling to myself at 4am. The next hour was spent talking over skype to Gemma who was talking to her drunk friend on the phone (quite the conference).. technology is truly amazing.
Couldn’t stay awake any longer so I thought I would get some sleep and finish the rest in the morning because I didn’t have much left to do. Got up at 10 the deadline was at 3pm, I panicked a lil because I expected to get to uni for 9! Got to uni for 11 and sat in the silent zone to finish the rest. I was stressed at this point, but the essay got done and I had 40 mins to print and submit. Saved everything on my memory stick and went to the printers; I get there….. but why is my memory stick not working!?
Now im really stressed, no actually I’m vexed; I charged back to my computer and tried to make the stupid thing work.. FAIL. Then I opened the document on my mac but it wasn’t the updated version! With 20 minutes to go I have no choice other than to print what I have..pretty much a draft, this saddened me but I sent it to the printer anyways whilst scorning my memory stick! I see the queue for the printers start to grow and I start to sweat profusely, I try to top up my card but there is an error..this never, EVER happens so why today. I go to the librarians and I get told to go up to the 9th floor and enquire.. ERM is this woman on crack, I have an assignment due in 10mins and she’s all telling me to go make an enquiry, the cheek of it! I did a U turn back to the printer and luckily my friend had his print card so I use his.
I join the queue with 8 minutes left and there are now 2 people in front of me. So as if things couldn’t get any worse, the print station computers crash! My reaction: WHAT! How lame of me, I couldn’t even swear, I just started to think of things that I should do when I get thrown out of uni! The librarian restarts the computers as we wait in absolute trauma; I was proper sweating now. The computers are back online and the dude in front of me is all taking his time, I was ready to just shift him sideways and print my work! Finally he finished his and I did mine in under a split second! (I’m not exaggerating) my work was printing finally.
My work comes out of the printer and if there was ever a time during this whole episode where I would want to kill myself.. it would be now! Why did my essay have personal notes all over it!? “name some celebs” “talk about communications theorist” AND my cash flow forecast came out all over the place. I don’t even know what my faced must have looked like, but I hope there was no girls in the library watching me at that point. SLIPPIN’!
I snapped back to reality and realised I have three minutes until my life was over. I started sprinting to the hand in office; I usually take the lift because those stairs are unnecessary but this time I did not have time for that. I jolted up those stairs, not even acknowledging any of my friends- watching from the side I must have looked like the Tasmanian Devil! I got the office at 2.59pm and handed in the assignment.
Most people feel relaxed and relieved after handing an assignment, I was so pissed mostly at my self for leaving it that late and also at who ever it is that decided my memory stick should not work minutes before a deadline.. that was harsh man; but yes me thinks I will be retaking that unit! I think I have learnt my lesson, no more procrastination!
Got a whole month off from uni but still have two essays to complete for when we get back (which will be done asap). But this Easter is about doing things I can’t do during term time such as: relaxing. Yep that is all..
My aim these coming weeks is to find a new job and also take hip-hop dance classes (LOL) and not work over time.. I got inspired when I went to Kimberley Jays show and saw all them dancers so young and skilled.. next time I go to one of them shows I will have the courage to bust a move, last time I wasn’t gonna show my self up!
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There are so many young people in London without the right guidance in life and don’t know where to turn. My dream is to set up my own company lending support, guidance and advice to young people so I can share everything I have learnt and will learn in the future with people who need it. Anyone sharing a similar vision get at me, we need to talk. Follow me on twitter