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Monday, November 17, 2003
last-ditch effort
Ohmygoodnessmyprinterisabitch.
Those of you who checked in between about 1:30 and 3:30 were granted a rare treat: Sarah's paper in the raw.
I'm not sure my papers have improved much over the past four years, so I'm going to replace the 10-page monstrosity with a proper post.
To explain, I posted my essay to my blog out of desperation. Naturally, if I finished my paper at 12:45, my printer runs out of ink at 1:07. I e-mailed my paper to myself and headed off to the computer lab: there's a 15-minute line-up. Once on-line...my paper hasn't gone through McGill's servers yet.
I almost cried. This paper was due in the class starting at 1:30. I went home, e-mailed it to my hotmail account, posted it to my blog: I would've tatooed to to my leg if it would've helped.
This just isn't the kind of story you can tell a prof in good faith. Who hasn't heard the my-printer-was-broken story? Still...I think that experience was worse than death. I now have nothing to fear.
I've had 11 hours of sleep in the last 48 hours. I thought this paper was due Wenesday until 2am this morning. I haven't eaten in almost 24 hours. I think I'm halucinating. Fun stuff.
Those of you who checked in between about 1:30 and 3:30 were granted a rare treat: Sarah's paper in the raw.
I'm not sure my papers have improved much over the past four years, so I'm going to replace the 10-page monstrosity with a proper post.
To explain, I posted my essay to my blog out of desperation. Naturally, if I finished my paper at 12:45, my printer runs out of ink at 1:07. I e-mailed my paper to myself and headed off to the computer lab: there's a 15-minute line-up. Once on-line...my paper hasn't gone through McGill's servers yet.
I almost cried. This paper was due in the class starting at 1:30. I went home, e-mailed it to my hotmail account, posted it to my blog: I would've tatooed to to my leg if it would've helped.
This just isn't the kind of story you can tell a prof in good faith. Who hasn't heard the my-printer-was-broken story? Still...I think that experience was worse than death. I now have nothing to fear.
I've had 11 hours of sleep in the last 48 hours. I thought this paper was due Wenesday until 2am this morning. I haven't eaten in almost 24 hours. I think I'm halucinating. Fun stuff.
# posted by Spot @ 2:43 p.m.
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