I had two papers due this week, both of them on Thursday. I spent all night Wednesday writing most of the first one, then woke up at 6 to finish it. My body, however, just lay in bed without a movement of protest until around 7. Then I got up and typed more of it and started the second paper until 11.
I went to class, where the TA’s are still running the show this week, and had the rough draft in tow with me. My plan was to write more on the rough while feigning attention to the lecture. But we were watching some erotically obsessed pygmy chimps cavort around on an old PBS special. Distracted, I proceeded no further on my rough.
After getting out of class, I had an hour and a half before my next class to complete my papers. 20 minutes before the start of class I was done. Then I spent 25 minutes figuring out a way to print my paper on two sides. 7 minutes after that, I was in class, running with a backpack exactly one page heavier than an hour before.
After turning in the paper for the second class, I awaited for the class to end at 5. Then I had 30 minutes to email the final version of my first paper to the TA’s. The only thing to complete was my conclusion. I truly wrote some gibberish, but I do remember it was stylistically quite elegant. Two minutes before the deadline I attached the paper and emailed it away.
A few hours later now, I can’t remember to tell you what it was I wrote.