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Report Hell
Today, I wrote the hardest 5000 words of my life. And I haven't finished the bloody thing yet. It's the report I have to write about my internship and it has to have at least 20 pages. I'm currently working on number 25, but I'm not finished. Normally, I one of the persons who write nine and a half pages if the lecturers demand ten. This is so not me.
And most of what I wrote is complete bullshit because I don't quite understand what the points on the papers from the course about writing it want to tell me. I was ill at the time and went anyway. Don't remember a thing. I was ill at the beginning of the internship too, and my memory of the first days is rather fuzzy compared to the rest. And my notes... I was never good at that.
I so hope I'm not going to fail. I need the certificate for my intermediate exam, and I wanted to take it this summer (a few days after the release of Deathly Hallows). Plus, I really don't want to write something like this again anytime soon.
I guess I should go to bed now and finish the rest after the 90-minutes-presentation tomorrow. The one that kept me from writing the report earlier. The one that made me cry on Wednesday (well, to be fair, it was the mean prof that made my co-speaker and me cry). It's going to be hell, but tomorrow, it's going to be over. Unless, of course, we're like the two girls last term who were interrupted so often that the torture lengthened to 180 minutes.
PS: Sorry for my grammar (which is probably very bad). I'm tired and, as always after writing papers, not able to form coherent sentences in any language.
PPS: If anyone needs to know anything about the railway in the nineteenth century, fire away.
And most of what I wrote is complete bullshit because I don't quite understand what the points on the papers from the course about writing it want to tell me. I was ill at the time and went anyway. Don't remember a thing. I was ill at the beginning of the internship too, and my memory of the first days is rather fuzzy compared to the rest. And my notes... I was never good at that.
I so hope I'm not going to fail. I need the certificate for my intermediate exam, and I wanted to take it this summer (a few days after the release of Deathly Hallows). Plus, I really don't want to write something like this again anytime soon.
I guess I should go to bed now and finish the rest after the 90-minutes-presentation tomorrow. The one that kept me from writing the report earlier. The one that made me cry on Wednesday (well, to be fair, it was the mean prof that made my co-speaker and me cry). It's going to be hell, but tomorrow, it's going to be over. Unless, of course, we're like the two girls last term who were interrupted so often that the torture lengthened to 180 minutes.
PS: Sorry for my grammar (which is probably very bad). I'm tired and, as always after writing papers, not able to form coherent sentences in any language.
PPS: If anyone needs to know anything about the railway in the nineteenth century, fire away.