Just recently I said that I was nearly done. 5000 words to go or some such garbage. And only 12 hours or some such garbage. Then I was free or some such garbage. Now it’s 3 days later and it’s still not done.
I’m going to get a shirt printed. With a big P on the front and back. And a cape. Remember in the Tim Allen Santa Claus movies there was a side joke running with the Tooth Fairy not wanting to be called a fairy. My kids still refer to the deliverer of cash for missing teeth as "Roy". But I’m heading in a different direction with this rant. Remember one of the other names he put forward… Molinator. I like it. It’s strong. Just like my P name.
I hereby declare myself superhero #576;
Hence the P.
Although it’s not as bad as it seems. I did send off 2000 words (1795, don’t tell the lecturer) Monday morning, and another 1000 (835, don’t tell the lecturer) Monday night.
Now it’s 9:30pm 2 days later and I’ve got nothing for the 3rd item. I’m really starting to see the power of the mantra of teenagers who go straight from high school to university. Late at night when the moon is full you can hear clusters of them high on the ridge baying at the moon. Listen carefully. "Ps get degrees. Ps get degrees. Ps get degrees."
I hate that attitude. I have lived the past 4 years with a philosphy based on, if I get 51% I don’t deserve to pass on my half-knowledge to the next generations. I’ve torn myself to pieces to keep my GPA closer to distinction than credit level. I think I might just take a mulligan on this last one.
Ps get degrees. Just this once.