Etiquette and Essays

Well, the last two days have been busy. I have learned much. Firstly, writing when nauseous is easier than writing when you have a cold. Because cold medication makes me all high. Secondly, when you feel the need to throw-up, do not try to overcome the feeling mentally. It won't work and you will need the extra time to run to the nearest respectable throwing-up location.Thirdly, there is a whole etiquette to throwing-up that I was not aware of.

The first thing my mom said to me was: "Lauren, why didn't you use the toilet?" I threw up again, this time in the tub and said the only thing I really could given the circumstances: "Didn't make it in time." And I was not going to crouch at that point. The floor was a bit messy. All of this took place around four o'clock in the morning. It was pretty bad. My mom was nearly sick. I asked her how she'd survived cleaning up after me and my sister as kids. Apparently we weren't sick very often. Prior to this incident, I hadn't thrown-up due to illness since I was... thirteen. Gone is my claim of being throw-up free since 2003. The finny thing is, my dad was a paramedic for thirty years. According to him, he's seen much worse than the mess I made. I never remember him getting up when me or my sister were sick. He didn't get up this time either. At least not until I'd already cleaned the worst of it. When he saw me in the hall, again, after everything was clean, he asked me how bad it was. I admitted that I'd gotten pretty much everything. The first thing he did was look up. And he was being perfectly serious. I started to laugh. I don't do things half-ass but I try not to go overboard. I did not manage to hit the ceiling. As it turns out, I can laugh at anything in any situation. 

In any case, yesterday was spent trying to work on my essay, but mostly on sleeping. Pretty much anywhere I sat down, I fell asleep. Not conducive to working. Thankfully, my professor was very understanding. I think I might have given her too much information when I emailed... As much as I appreciated the extension, I still worked my butt off trying to get this paper done ASAP. I hate taking extensions. It puts excess pressure on profs, I don't like being an exception and I don't like things hanging over me. I think submitting work on time is a matter of courtesy. I finished it today. In a rather appropriate twist of fate, the last word of my Lady Chatterley essay is 'sex'. The title is even better: Lady Chatterley: Beyond the F and C Words. My mom was not impressed by that. I thought it was funny...

I loved taking this summer course, but I'm glad it's done. I need a break. My hatred for this essay proves that I need a break. Then again... it was kind of fun. I have issues...

Lauren.