Minor Epiphanies of Commute
If I read everything the night before, crunch the last two hours before class writing the paper, and rarely turn in homework, I am still a natural C student. I don't know how this happens.
This is a bad idea, and it is especially deplorable when, having completed all the work on time, I'm regularly an A student. In 2 weeks of kicking my own ass, I've brought a C to an A.
Power point presentations increase the release of melatonin in Kikos. Zzzzzz
I am an incredibly skilled procrastinator for cooperative problem solving when I am presented with only one solution.
I have an unhealthy love of post-modernism when dealing with conflict resolution.
I have a healthy love of post-modernism when dealing with cultural concepts.
I am old enough to reliably spot teenagers, and catch my own prejudice. I still want them to stop shouting on the train. When I was their age, my mother would carry needles and thread to sew my yap shut if I ever did that in public. Why, in my day, kids had respect...!
I really, really love my apartment building. Have I mentioned that? I love every inch of it. The national pastime is Porch Gawking, best during inclement weather. It's accustomed me to enjoying the regular presence of non-fiction persons (supposedly). Many of them are interactive, and contain low harmful side-effects, such as staying up too late, or impulse buys at the market.
This is a bad idea, and it is especially deplorable when, having completed all the work on time, I'm regularly an A student. In 2 weeks of kicking my own ass, I've brought a C to an A.
Power point presentations increase the release of melatonin in Kikos. Zzzzzz
I am an incredibly skilled procrastinator for cooperative problem solving when I am presented with only one solution.
I have an unhealthy love of post-modernism when dealing with conflict resolution.
I have a healthy love of post-modernism when dealing with cultural concepts.
I am old enough to reliably spot teenagers, and catch my own prejudice. I still want them to stop shouting on the train. When I was their age, my mother would carry needles and thread to sew my yap shut if I ever did that in public. Why, in my day, kids had respect...!
I really, really love my apartment building. Have I mentioned that? I love every inch of it. The national pastime is Porch Gawking, best during inclement weather. It's accustomed me to enjoying the regular presence of non-fiction persons (supposedly). Many of them are interactive, and contain low harmful side-effects, such as staying up too late, or impulse buys at the market.