Me VS The Books, Part III

Status Report

Wearing: My hoodie!

Feeling: Brain = fried

Stereo is blasting: I wouldn’t know, HAIRBRUSH DIDN’T PUT THE SONG TITLES ON THE MIX. *ahem*

Last ate: Taco Salad. You’ll never convince me that dining hall food is bad.

Entry Start Time: 7:04 PM

Based on Esther’s “Senses”.

Phew. One more final to go. Sometime between this entry and the last, I did three practice exams for physics (First, a practice exam covering the stuff since the second a second, second, a practice exam covering the stuff on the second exam, and third, an exam covering the stuff on the first exam.) Well, can’t say I didn’t study. I made up a formula sheet, and had to chuckle when I only used up 3/4 of the sheet. Of one side. I could use both sides.

I had my Discrete Structures final. That was pretty easy. Physics was as expected. I either had an idea how to do a problem, or I was straight guessing and using my intuition. Formula sheet is basically useless unless you know what the formulas are for. I don’t know whether it’s a good or bad thing that I finished an hour early. Though. The exam wasn’t supposed to last the whole three hours, anyway.

I’ve learned something this semester: Never take classes in an attempt to learn something. Ever time I say, “I should take this class, it’ll be good for me”, I end up struggling. My Eastern Religion final is tomorrow. I have no idea how I’m going to study. There aren’t too many deep concepts to get. It’s mostly straight memorization slash regurgitation. I almost miss studying for calc. Yes, I said calc. At least with calc, once you get the concepts, you’re set. “Ratio test!” Physics, there’s just a lot of shit to memorize and a few concepts to get. Or so it seems to me.

In three days. Three days. My conscience is swinging from one extreme to the other. On the one side, there’s the Curse of Angel, so to speak. A reminder of what happens when you let the heat of moment augment your actions. The other side recognizes the progress Hairbrush and I have made. If we move faster than we originally planned, we’ll talk it out. We’ll talk, talk, and talk. Communication = good. I don’t know. All depends.

Geez, in two days, I’ll be.. not here. Bleh.