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Nov. 6th, 2007 11:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethHa! I have a first draft of my essay! It's too long, rather rubbish, written without reference to notes, has no secondary sources, misquotes things from memory, and refers to ... I don't even remember because I started typing that an hour and a half ago. ANYway, it was a productive morning and I got a first draft. That means after this I am merely rewriting and editing an essay, which is obviously much less scary. Plus I have something I can show the teacher to see if I'm wildly on the wrong track, which always helps. And I have a week to polish it.
*very big grin*
So then my other helpful person arrived and Things Were Done. I filled in application forms and found evidence letters that I'd photocopied and she put them all in one envelope and sealed it and got blushy when she realised cause who's helping who, which to be honest makes me right cheerful, for it recategorises things as Being Human instead of Being Disabled, which some days I need reminding on. And she phoned UEA and left a message, and she made an appointment for me at the dentist (in January next year, it's the six month checkup, no worries), and will make a doctor appointment later. So that's the whole list ticked then.
UEA sent me a student number but I already have a student number. That might need fixing. But it's only a fiddly bit right now, got a bunch of months to sort that out, no worries.
And then my food arrived and she helped unpack it. I gave her all the vouchers from Tescos as have been stacking up because I don't look at them. Sports things I think.
So now she's gone to post the letters and make appointments and all that. I like it. :-)
Also she noticed that I have indeed been doing very well mood wise lately. Which is brilliant. I'm so functional at the moment it's weird. I keep feeling like I'll go back to 'normal' in a minute and be all splat, yet I'm only normal-worried about it, no hide-under-duvet worried. It's so cool. It's like I've found a place in my head I can stand and look at the worries, instead of being worries all the time. Nifty.
So next there will be cleaner lady, and I should put in a load of laundry, and then my day is done.
I could start rewriting the essay but I don't have to. I could leave it until I've got comments on it. I can look up quotes to go in it, but I think I remember where the quotes I want are, so that's more like fun.
I do actually need to check what the words mean. I've taken my usual approach and just gone ahead and used them and hoped, but one should check before handing it in. I'm sure I can polish it up a bunch once I get out the relevant bits of paper to consult.
But I made 1800 words out of my head on a relevant topic. Win!
... the only just happy smile icon I've got is Ethan, who is too inherently snarky to really work for academic glee. Must fix. Maybe Jack, he glee!smiles real good.
*very big grin*
So then my other helpful person arrived and Things Were Done. I filled in application forms and found evidence letters that I'd photocopied and she put them all in one envelope and sealed it and got blushy when she realised cause who's helping who, which to be honest makes me right cheerful, for it recategorises things as Being Human instead of Being Disabled, which some days I need reminding on. And she phoned UEA and left a message, and she made an appointment for me at the dentist (in January next year, it's the six month checkup, no worries), and will make a doctor appointment later. So that's the whole list ticked then.
UEA sent me a student number but I already have a student number. That might need fixing. But it's only a fiddly bit right now, got a bunch of months to sort that out, no worries.
And then my food arrived and she helped unpack it. I gave her all the vouchers from Tescos as have been stacking up because I don't look at them. Sports things I think.
So now she's gone to post the letters and make appointments and all that. I like it. :-)
Also she noticed that I have indeed been doing very well mood wise lately. Which is brilliant. I'm so functional at the moment it's weird. I keep feeling like I'll go back to 'normal' in a minute and be all splat, yet I'm only normal-worried about it, no hide-under-duvet worried. It's so cool. It's like I've found a place in my head I can stand and look at the worries, instead of being worries all the time. Nifty.
So next there will be cleaner lady, and I should put in a load of laundry, and then my day is done.
I could start rewriting the essay but I don't have to. I could leave it until I've got comments on it. I can look up quotes to go in it, but I think I remember where the quotes I want are, so that's more like fun.
I do actually need to check what the words mean. I've taken my usual approach and just gone ahead and used them and hoped, but one should check before handing it in. I'm sure I can polish it up a bunch once I get out the relevant bits of paper to consult.
But I made 1800 words out of my head on a relevant topic. Win!
... the only just happy smile icon I've got is Ethan, who is too inherently snarky to really work for academic glee. Must fix. Maybe Jack, he glee!smiles real good.