This is the End, My Only Friend, The End
I've tried keeping regular journals and it doesn't seem to work very well. In fact, I have one sitting in the other room right now. Maybe I'll put more in this one because I'm already at the computer. No going out of my way to write in stupid hardcopy journals. That's overrated.
I went into my Art History Class today thinking that we were having a big ass test. I sat down and remembered that I had to have a certain kind of scan sheet. I thought I was smart because I had bought a few in advance. I was wrong. I wasn't smart. I left them on the couch at home. So I go to the student center and stand in line to get one scan sheet. That line could not have taken longer! So I get back to class and sit down. I look around and everybody seems to be quite calm considering this is our first test. Then I start doubting my memory.
It's not good when you start doubting your own memory. What else can you trust?
I pull out the syllabus. Stupid me. The test isn't until Thursday. I felt like a moron. Now, it's just funny.
I think that will do for a first entry. I'll, of course, add more later.
I went into my Art History Class today thinking that we were having a big ass test. I sat down and remembered that I had to have a certain kind of scan sheet. I thought I was smart because I had bought a few in advance. I was wrong. I wasn't smart. I left them on the couch at home. So I go to the student center and stand in line to get one scan sheet. That line could not have taken longer! So I get back to class and sit down. I look around and everybody seems to be quite calm considering this is our first test. Then I start doubting my memory.
It's not good when you start doubting your own memory. What else can you trust?
I pull out the syllabus. Stupid me. The test isn't until Thursday. I felt like a moron. Now, it's just funny.
I think that will do for a first entry. I'll, of course, add more later.