Mid-Term Crisis/Pulling an All-Nighter

Getting into the thick of it

                 The process went like this; I would read the twenty or so pages of the book for each journal entry. Once done reading the section, I would open up the Word window on my laptop and begin typing what I recalled from the reading. 

                 Along with what I read, I was required to have two or three connections to something else, these being academic, per entry. Once typed out, I would unplug my laptop from the charger, walk down two flights of stairs to the printer in the basement. Once at the printer, I would connect my laptop to the printer, then print. Once printed, I'd return to my room, where I would look at my FaceBook wall for a couple of minutes then return to reading Jane Eyre.

By 7:00 I had finished three journal entries and read sixty pages of Jane Eyre. 

                 I had asked my mom to get fast food so as to not interrupt my work for too long. I finished the fast food at 7:15. I went back to looking at my FaceBook wall. Bad decision, I lost an extra five minutes. 

I got back on task at 7:20. I was getting bored of reading the same book, considering I had been at it for four hours now. I was considering switching back and forth between reading The Count of Monte Cristo and Jane Eyre, but I was not that kind of worker. 

I was going to work on the Jane Eyre journal entries until I was done and had printed out all thirty journal entries. So I batted that idea away and focused back on Jane Eyre. It wasn't like this project was assigned last minute or anything, we had had a while to work on it.

                 Jane Eyre had not been in the back of my mind either, but considering the journal entries were not the only thing I had to work on, they were very quickly put on the back burner. I had also been working on a research essay, and been reading the class book and doing my jobs for the book groups on that book each week. Meanwhile in Science I was completely lost and had no idea what I was doing. My helper teachers were no help, all they were doing was confusing me even more. Meanwhile, my mom's dad was on his deathbed and he was being kept alive by machines. He had basically been on his death bed for three months. My mom would be no help due to her trying to cope with her father dying. Though, despite putting it on the backburner, I had been working on it a little by little each day. While it had been on the back burner I had managed to finish five journal entries. But looking at the giant chunk of the book that was left, those five journal entries seemed like nothing.

My butt began hurting from sitting for so long, this became apparent along with the soreness in my back and neck that had already begun a little earlier. 

At 8:45 I began pacing around my room, while reading Jane Eyre, to stretch my legs. 

At 9:00 my mom came in and told me that It was time to go to sleep. I told her that I was doing homework. Thankfully she left it alone, thank you mom for understanding my struggle. I went back to pacing around my room and reading Jane Eyre.

I finished reading the eleventh section in Jane Eyre and began typing my eleventh journal entry at 9:10.