Dear Internet:
Jen’s honors thesis is due Monday, but she thought it was due Tuesday. Jen is still analyzing her data, and the computer decided to crash and erase some of her annotations (but thankfully not the core data). Jen also didn’t realize that the Department head needed to read, approve, and sign said thesis before she could turn it in. Jen has no idea how she’s going to be able to finish it in time so said Dept Head has time to do this, and work on the improvements he’ll no doubt suggest if he doesn’t reject her outright for being a dumbass. Jen only feels slightly better after realizing other biology students working on their honors thesis also didn’t know this, and are now frantically screaming while typing as well. But then Jen remembers this means the Dept Head will have many theses to read Sunday night, and he will hate us all. Jen is now kicking herself for wasting today by working at Fiction for Fiction and blogging.
tl;dr FUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKK
I won’t be on the internet until Monday. Consider this an open thread.
It’ll work out, Jen. We’ll miss you till it is done. Hi everyone! What do you want to talk about?
Good luck, Jen. Sounds like you need it.Also, question for the open thread: Cake or Pie?
Well at the very least, this means I can start to catch up with you in terms of amount of text put on the internet for april! >:3
It really depends, Rev. I do like cake. But there is the slight possibility it could be a lie. Similarly, pie could be the pie from American Pie, and that’s just nasty.
Jen, a certain engineering student who wastes too much time commenting on your blog is in a similar predicament. This student has to design a 16KB contents-addressable memory chip by the same date and is unlikely to meet the deadline despite working on it to the exclusion of all else for about 2 months…Needless to say, this person sympathises (and is wondering why he’s speaking in third person like Jen).
Jen: I hope you are able to take some deep breaths and stay alert! We’re cheering for ya. I’d be happy to make a coffee run if I was in your area.@mcbender: good luck to you too!So many dutiful students around these parts!
Well if it makes you feel any less certain in the students, I also have a project that is due relatively soon [Sometime in May] and I haven’t even started coding it! Hooray 6 group projects at once… I made myself sad ( ._.)
Well, holy shit. Good luck!
Sounds like all the papers and projects I did in college. Yikes… I was certainly born a procrastinator! Can you find a gene for that, Jen?
Succeed, Jen! You can write the best biology paper ever!
..THERE IS NO CAKE!..
I totally think you should stop in Southwestern MN during your trip west for a beer.
Good Luck Jen! Remember we all love you, and you’re going to do great!
Remember, Jen, that the perversity of the universe tends toward maxima.In the meantime, let’s beat this dead horse again. It’s fun to watch it twitch.
I don’t do warm fuzzies, so I’ll just remind you of the dreams topic we had a while back. This is a formative experience! I do hereby guarantee, vouch and warrant that, thirty years down the road, you’ll be still waking in a panic to finish your overdue thesis. Whether it gets done or not, though of course I hope you succeed too!!!Since it’s an open thread: one of our editors just got a note, made of pasted letters from a newspaper, saying “Deposit 300 million euro in used notes in the cracked tree outside the Icelandic Embassy, and we’ll turn the volcano off”.
There is no Dana, only Zuul!
That’s. Awesome.
It’s ‘Cake or death?’…ask Eddie Izzard.
Jen, I feel like I need to apologise slightly for taking out my recent frustration on a few commenters here earlier today. If you find any of my comments inappropriate, please feel free to remove them.
Another Icelandic joke: after bilking British investors of their savings and being unable to pay the bill, they have now set fire to their island so as to fraudulently claim on the insurance.
Let them eat PIE???? No, no a thousand times no! Cake is…therefore I love cake.
im very sorry but all of youhere are off your rockers and you don’t no what to do with yourselfs