If you haven’t worked out the meaning behind this from the title yet, this is me with 9 hours sleep collectively in the past 83 hours and counting.
I just got back from uni a few hours ago (that’s right I’m in Uni now, it’s quite the drag) and just did some 20 minute presentation about Modernism and Photography. I’m in quite the shock of the tutorial teachers remarks, she said “it was incredible with such broad knowledge presented in a very intellectual, engaging way, and for first year students that is incredible, it was of third year quality.” (I’ve only started half way through this year, it’s only been 3 weeks so far, and everyone else has one semester under their belts)
I did it last minute, and it was shit in my eyes because i had no idea what the hell i was reading, and i just wanted something down no matter what, just so it could be over and done with.
It was funny because I did it with a partner who had the same mindset as me on this whole task, which was good because it meant there was worry about disappointing someone with my shitty work, and the teacher said we obviously worked really well as a team and with great communication back and forth between us, even though the only communication was 2 emails sending our finished points in PowerPoint just last night/this morning, I’m so surprised we didn’t have repetitive information and conflicting ideas seeing as we had no idea what the other person was going to say up until the moment we were presenting and I really didn’t worry about that because all I wanted was to have it over and done with, no matter the marks.
I was about to laugh as the teacher was commenting on us because I was thinking about how my brain was really lacking any functions to comprehend what I had written out in the past couple days and what the hell I had just done so I was so sure it would have been craptastic due to my immense lack of energy, enthusiasm and brain function.
I had my notes that I was reading out on 4 different coloured pages of different material because this morning at around 6am I was about to print out my stuff when I realised there was no white paper, just an assortment of fluoro coloured cardboard and paper so I went with it.
I’m still smiling at the whole situation, I definitely didn’t deserve the praise we were getting and my partner had a similar view on the whole thing.
When I got home I was thinking of just crashing in bed and sleeping, but I know it won’t work knowing the past few nights experiences of just laying there, seeing as I wasn’t stressed about uni I’m still not sure exactly what it is that has stolen my sleep away, it could have at least taken away my tiredness with it. So instead of sleep I decided to document my appearance of this moment.
“Of course I’ve been up all night! Not because of caffeine, it was insomnia. I couldn’t stop thinking about coffee! I need a nap. (He falls asleep, then wakes up) Coffee time!” Phillip J. Fry .
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