random distractions

Everybody has blogs today, for various reasons. So i thought, why should i be left behind. And so here i am, creating a blog instead of writing a paper.

Getting distracted by things while writing a paper is the story of my life. It is either facebook, or something like this or its indian soap opera's (yes, i watch hindi serials, as many of you will want to put it, stupidified much? haha)

and even while writing the blog, i am distracted by the bar of milky way in front of me, for which i used a bloody meal swipe, the thoughts of home and the thought that keeps on circling in my head " how are you ever going to write a 4-6 page paper with proper qoutes and citations if you keep on doing eveyrthing else apart from that"

However, like most people , i work pretty well under pressure. Most people do not work well under pressure, you might say. But the majority of people i have seen work extremely well when their butt is on the line.

So it was just a couple of days back i was talking to my friend while waiting for the bus about how neither of us can ever get our work done before time and how we leave all our papers till the last moment. (sound familiar? ) oh well i told her, that's the way we roll! haha

usually a string of random thoughts make up a blog, or the beginning of it. Random thoughts make me think of the stream of consciousness and that makes me think of my high school english teacher Parul ma'm.  (yes i link weird things and get from one end of the world to the other and neither of the ends has any connection). oh yes, the best teacher to ever exist! I was recently asked a question in a training session about my favourite class in high school and i go,english lit. says a lot doesn't it?

i realised the true value of high school teachers after taking just one writing course in my first semester at college, expository writing. Which incidentally made me want to tear my already thin hair out.

so yes, high school is always on my mind. Some people might think that is stupid and i should move on, i say it makes me realise ever so often about the reason i am here, in a  different continent , in a strangely weird land, living with a stranger.

its time i began my paper, if i intend to get some semblance of sleep in the forthcoming days.

Time to get back to writing a paper which glorifies women, but of course!