Have you ever had a night where you didn't even start on the homework until 9pm? And it ended up being over three hours of grueling academic experience?
Before I begin, let's rewind back to this morning or early afternoon (it actually feels like this happened yesterday but WHO CARES?) After I got done with Psychology, I headed over to the Music Library whereupon I quickly found out that every. single. individual jazz part that needs to be filed away (thus ending the Jazz portion of the new and improved music library) is completely missing. As in... the chart is not THERE. As in... there are MISSING JAZZ CHARTS!!!! ... and I got a paper cut :'(
I was texting one of my good friends - we'll call him Guy. This ambiguity could be very entertaining.... Before I know it I'm getting coaxed into calming down... "Deep breath" "Don't hurt yourself" And all I really wanted to say was "No... you don't understand... there are Jazz Charts missing!"
... but I did realize I probably needed to go home and sleep. In fact, this was Guy's advice. I knew he was right. But I couldn't just go home. Don't you hate days like that?! But, I did, however, leave the Music Library.
I went to my car and picked up my textbook for CSIS 1000 and headed over the ELC to do my assignment for the day. There is something about these assignments and instructions that make it take me like an hour to do it. So Thorough. So Wordy. So Pointless. So time consuming. So annoying...
Forty-five minutes later I think my eyes were watering from staring back and forth between the textbook and the computer screen. and my brain is pretty much numb. AND I think my frustration/annoyance level was climbing up to about a 7.
On a side note: I'm having one of those months where Midol is not enough to make me normal... I'm hurting. I'm sore. I'm moody as Hell. I don't know where my appetite went! It's like I'm just so uncomfortable below my stomach that I'm not even aware that I'm RAVENOUS!
Anyway - so I go home. I start laundry. I take some more Midol. I don't get any more comfortable and I'm too freaking lazy to find my heating pad...
I have this assignment for Psychology that I'm turning in tomorrow - a paper demonstrating that I read Chapter Two and practiced the SQ4R study method. This Chapter is about the biological reasons why we do the things we do.
Let me tell you something: I don't care why we do the things we do today. All I really care about is how I'll feel at the end of the week...
I didn't care about how the brain works in 2007 at Freshmen Orientation with Jill Wilkes. I don't care now...
But, alas... I do care about my grades and the fact that I need to know this information. But I remember thinking, rather vividly:
"I haven't been sleeping well anyway. I'll just take it easy and start it when I feel like it, even if it's at 9pm"
... and that's exactly what happened.
I started the assignment at 9pm.
I surveyed. I made up questions. I read the chapter. I did NOT recite it. I reflected on the material. And I wrote down the review.
I had to have a caffeine break considering I actually fell asleep (and would've been asleep for the night) at like 7:30pm but woke up in a panic thinking I never got the assignment done...
I went to Maverick with my roommate. We'll call her - Rocker. I think I entertain her greatly - especially when she hears random sounds coming from my room like "Ugh!" "I DON'T CARE" and hysterical laughter when I get on facebook, or start texting Guy among other friends...
I tried to chose the most caffeinated beverage that was both there and something I allow myself to ingest. I decided on Mountain Dew: Code Red and some chocolate... can't forget the chocolate...
I did some math in my head:
This Chapter is thirty pages long. I had been at it for two hours and had ten more pages left. So that's about ten pages an hour, which means one page every six minutes.
Rocker's advice: "Maybe you shouldn't have done the math...."
Anyway, an hour later I'm done. And all the Code Red did was make me burp like an overweight alcoholic in his early 40s....
And now I can officially say that completing this assignment has not made me feel any better -- and every time I hear a sound from upstairs I'm afraid they're going to have sex again...
Sighs The End.
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