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[seventhe]

Having spent every spare moment I had this weekend studying, I have made a couple observations:

(01) I am not as stupid as I thought I was; I understand the things that are going on in class (with the help of the textbook, as well as copious help from Google, Wikipedia, and the Macrogalleria). I just haven't been putting the required weekly work into these classes. This needs to change next year, apparently: more studying every weekend, which will make me a robotard nerd, but oh well.

(02) I hate studying.

(03) I hate having to be a loser and study. At least I'm grown-up enough to do it?

(04) I wish I had a real place to study. Goals for next year: obtain a working desk area!

(05) I hate studying.

(06) I especially hate memorization. I almost asked the prof in today's review session what he thought he was actually teaching us by making us memorize so much information, but... I decided to wait until after the actual exam to be a huge smartass. (See? SEE? I AM a grownup!)

(07) Grad school is a lot more work than undergrad, even part-time. Maybe it's because so far I'm in the ass-kicking intro classes; maybe it's because I've moved out of my degree/area of expertise (chemical engineering). It's probably a combination of that. But it's ALSO the fact that grad school is just a lot more fucking work. Cocks.

(08) I miss football.

Back to the books. First final Monday, second final Wednesday.

Comments

[first-seventhe.livejournal.com]

Funny sort-of-related aside? Last night the cat was amusing herself by climbing in and out of my messenger bag (I had, of course, emptied it of the usual textbooks and notes, making it irresistable to a cat). She stayed long enough for me to get a photo but not long enough for me to pick up the bag (I tried). I almost had the chance to bring a small, furry, scared shitless animal to the exam, though!

[rosencrantz.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but the difference between cats and bunnies is that unless you're in a Monty Python movie, you can make the cat attack, while the bunny is more a comfort-creature. A cat will usually take issue (and claws) to you if you squeeze it in agitation. A hare will just squirm and make little squeaky noises that mean "please don't eat me for dinner!" ;)

[first-seventhe.livejournal.com]

V. true. Good thing I've taken out the cat's claws?

[rosencrantz.livejournal.com]

Well now you know why your cat looks at you "like that" on certain days. You know what I'm talkin' about. The "don't even think about petting me. In fact, why don't you just move along and open the next can of tuna like a good human should" look.

[first-seventhe.livejournal.com]

It's that, combined with the "Oh? I'm sorry, were you doing something? Did you need that newspaper / those class notes / that stack of bills that I just sat down on? Dreadfully sorry, but whatever you were doing is going to have to wait while you fucking pet me and worship me like your job description says."

"See, I'm purring."