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>:| Fuck you, exam anxiety. I KNOW I HATE EXAMS, DO YOU HAVE TO REMIND ME THREE DAYS IN ADVANCE by making my head ache, my muscles tighten and my aaaaabsolute favorite -- a constant need to swallow down the stomach acid making it's way up my throat. Because we all know, that shit is just TASTEY.
Lol, thanks psych degree for letting me know this means my GABA levels are fucked and also for letting me know I do not want to take benzodiazepine because my physiological reactions to drugs are fuuuuucked uuuuup. See. I KNOW THIS? AND YET I STILL GET EXAM ANXIETY.
At least I am not as likely to actually cry on my psych professors like I ....did on my math professor? (yeah, that was a whoops but I totally did better on this exam and didn't cry on her again! Although, come to think of it, my crying on her the FIRST time might explain why she ....basically wrote down the equations for the final question FOR me on the exam.)
ALSO LATE A NIGHT I RAMBLE. I'M TRYING NOT TO PUKE. SORRY.
Oh, oh, I know what I wanted to talk about! Why does my university carry no books about psychology as it relates to war situations? I'd think that'd be a big thing and I'm about to say something that may make me sound like a bad person because I am going to use the word 'interested' in relation to someone else's pain and I'm sorry in advance but -- oh my god, the psychological conditions of war and the effects the high level of pressure as well the mental disorders that practically cultivate like larva in wars both past and present interest me so, so much.
If I have to do a paper I sort of want it to be on that. I don't know how I'll manage to get my sources, though, unless I take a term off and see if I can't get myself shipped back over to another war zone in a volunteer psychological/counseling position. ...NO ONE TELL MY MOTHER I SAID THAT. She nearly killed me the LAST time I shipped myself off to a war zone.
In Conclusion: Doc Roe
Lol, thanks psych degree for letting me know this means my GABA levels are fucked and also for letting me know I do not want to take benzodiazepine because my physiological reactions to drugs are fuuuuucked uuuuup. See. I KNOW THIS? AND YET I STILL GET EXAM ANXIETY.
At least I am not as likely to actually cry on my psych professors like I ....did on my math professor? (yeah, that was a whoops but I totally did better on this exam and didn't cry on her again! Although, come to think of it, my crying on her the FIRST time might explain why she ....basically wrote down the equations for the final question FOR me on the exam.)
ALSO LATE A NIGHT I RAMBLE. I'M TRYING NOT TO PUKE. SORRY.
Oh, oh, I know what I wanted to talk about! Why does my university carry no books about psychology as it relates to war situations? I'd think that'd be a big thing and I'm about to say something that may make me sound like a bad person because I am going to use the word 'interested' in relation to someone else's pain and I'm sorry in advance but -- oh my god, the psychological conditions of war and the effects the high level of pressure as well the mental disorders that practically cultivate like larva in wars both past and present interest me so, so much.
If I have to do a paper I sort of want it to be on that. I don't know how I'll manage to get my sources, though, unless I take a term off and see if I can't get myself shipped back over to another war zone in a volunteer psychological/counseling position. ...NO ONE TELL MY MOTHER I SAID THAT. She nearly killed me the LAST time I shipped myself off to a war zone.
In Conclusion: Doc Roe