What’s with all the chickens, Part 1

Anyone reading this blog might have noticed how, completely unannounced, I dropped all semblance of blog-like behaviour from this site last week and threw online all kinds of index card drawings instead.

Fairly simple reason: I’m tired of writing. After that 3000-word pile of festering crap that was my Educational Psychology essay, followed immediately by a few painfully excreted multi-page project reports (excuse the imagery), not to mention the countless essays due in the next month or so, I’d really rather not have to deal with words and grammar and sentence structure* and other such fuzziness for a while.

On the other hand, since I’m usually bored out of my mind in my NIE classes (my Physics and Math courses have succeeded in convincing me that I really, really don’t want to teach those subjects so I need to find a school that’s looking for Computer Science teachers), all I need are my black pen and some index cards to entertain myself for a few precious minutes that could save me from permanent brain damage.

So, yes, that’s it. Now I post another chicken comic.

Not that I usually do.

The excitement

It’s been at least four years since I’ve had to write 12-page fuzzy papers. As it stands, I have 24 hours to write this damn thing on “creative and critical thinking”, and I’m out of practice from my days of being able to generate a page of reasonably intelligible nonsense every hour. Also, I’ve only written one page in the last four days.

Ooh, the excitement! It’s been so long since I’ve had so much fun procrastinating and then having to regret it on the day before an assignment is due.