T.G. Harrison

CAUTION - ANGRY, SELF INDULGENT RANT:

So, I got my English exams back a few days ago. As and B-pluses. With them came the expected results for my externally-assessed assignment on The Great Gatsby (which makes up for 56% of my end-of-year result): A-pluses on every criterion. My other subjects aren't as brilliant, but they're not far behind.

So why don't I care?

Seriously, I don't. I survive. Someone asks me to do work, and I do it. Not straight away: as was the case with the Gatsby assignment, I left both my creative and analytical pieces until the final week before the deadline. My major programming assignment in Computer Science - writing a minesweeper clone in Java - was left until 3 days before it was due.

Why do I do this? That question is not rhetorical; I want to know. I want someone to tell me why I'm so apathetic about my future that I'm satisfied - no, not satisfied, rather incapable of operating in any way other than leaving everything until the last minute. It isn't FUN, I assure you: there is nothing fun about typing feverishly into a Java compiler at every available moment, and throwing verbose tantrums which could shame Bernard Black, every time an error pops up.

END RANT - SORRY FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE

On a happier note, I unearthed a photo from my German class, when a girl decided that her cat beanie required a tail, and imagined that my ponytail would suffice. Then she, being an artistic photographer, made sure to catalog the results. Said results are evident in my profile picture.