The price of late night working

So, I missed my lectures again today. In the past two weeks, I've missed two lectures in my education class and was an hour late to another one. Since I only get four lectures in that two week period, I'm practicing poor reliability at the price of getting my writing and reading done. Because the only time of the week that is enjoyable for me are my lectures, I've been absolutely miserable. Doing the work is pointless when you aren't in class to share it, being in class is pointless when you have no work to share. It is equally pointless when you have partial work to share, because it is unfinished.

Some say I'm a workaholic and an overachiever. Those statements are rightly justified in my words and actions in my life. Some also say I'm a hypocrite. I'm the first person to say that I wish we could throw grades out of the book, yet at this time of the year, I find myself attached to the outcome of my grades at the end of the semester. To respond to the latter, I do wish that there wasn't so much pressure on the outcome of grades and test scores, because I know what kind of torment I go through as a student trying to achieve something outside my grasp. It isn't so much hypocritical as it is practical experience in knowing that teachers need a way to assess students at the end of a semester, and that not just myself, but others are attached to that outcome. My belief is that culture has had an influence in shaping those feelings and sentiments.

I'll be back sometime soon (Within the next day or so) to continue on with prompt 3 and Lisa Delpit. It'll be soon, because with the semester compressing down on me, I don't have much time to get it done.