About two days ago, out of nowhere it was announced that the deadline for my research paper would be pushed two weeks early. I felt somewhere between crying and puking. And last night I stayed up until 6am writing. I emailed my thesis supervisor the draft I finished last night and he still hasn’t replied. To say that I am stressed is an understatement.
It seems that I have loads more time for slacking off. I mean, my workload is actually approximately the same amount (or even more) here, but I guess, strangely enough, having my mom around makes me assume less responsibility for my life.
That’s sort of weird isn’t it? I heard that other kids do all sorts of crazy stuff when they’re sent to live overseas by themselves. Doing drugs, not graduating, etc. But when I was along, I was a straight 7 student. Now that I’m back, I’m practically queen of the couch/bed (I sort of split my time between the two).