fixed schedules
A brief glimpse of how I spend my days in college:I get up about an hour before my alarm rings to adjust the shade (location: next to bed). Pull it down, block heat and incoming unlight. On Thursdays, this is about the time I ask myself "Should I go to Psych lecture when I know for certain I'm not going to be learning anything new? Or at least, be awake enough to learn anything new?" Recently, the answer has been: no. Hell no.
I set my Ipod to some walking music: "Golddigger," Spice Girls (a recent guilty pleasure!), Gwen Stefani, Ciara. One look at the mirror, and I'm out the door and trekking towards whatever faraway building du jour. Breakfast is optional, usually a banana or yogurt. These days it's been nothing; after all, I just get hungrier during class when I eat breakfast. Isn't that unusual?
I got out of class at 2:30 today and told myself I'd spend the rest of the day studying for my bio exam (time: Monday 11:00). From the moment I got back till right now, and possibly a little later on, I have been watching old episodes of "Sex and the City." To be honest, I did open my bio notes, but they scared the bejeezus out of me (question: what exactly is a bejeezus?). I know meiosis is NOT a difficult subject, but why can't I get it to work in my head? Am I just reproductively stupid?
So I'm in my jammies right now thinking about studying. Thinking very very hard about studying. I figure: okay, 3 days left to sift through everything from bacterial signaling to gay genes. Not too bad.
Oh! And I broke a sacred rule this week. I studied till 12! (Note: I have a rule about schoolwork. There is absolutely no watching of tv till after 8. Similarly, there is no doing of homework after 8. It works surprisingly well, but takes a while to get used to).
posted by Tiffany @ 5:03 PM
1 Comments:
golddigger is good morning music. so's ciara. no lie.
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