Damn academia
Why did I ever think it was a good idea to take physics? Here goes with the credit/no credit. Unfortunately, I still have to pull off a 2.0 to get the Quantitative requirement filled which is the whole reason I took the class in the first place. I don't like math. I don't like chemistry. I do like thinking about the way the world works, but not when that only takes the form of pages full of word problems that I have to remember equations for.
Can you tell I really don't want to take my exam?
The worst part is that I'm stressing so much about this damn physics exam that I haven't had time to do the reading for my 300 level philosophy class with the professor that I want to be my thesis adviser. Why?
Edit: it's quarter to 2 and I'm going to bed. I've studied for a couple hours. I'll wake up early tomorrow morning and take the exam before class. (It's a timed one hour exam) Then I'll blow off steam by crashing the archery class between my two classes. I love working for the athletic department; it means I get to show up to whatever the hell PE classes I want without worrying about silly things like registration or credit. Besides, Dan owes me (Dan is the track coach who teaches archery). He scared the shit out of me when I was working today by sneaking up behind me and barking like a dog. I really thought a dog had somehow sneaked into the equipment room. He's been doing that a lot lately. I should just learn that whenever I think I hear a dog in the gym it's just Dan being silly.
Can you tell I really don't want to take my exam?
The worst part is that I'm stressing so much about this damn physics exam that I haven't had time to do the reading for my 300 level philosophy class with the professor that I want to be my thesis adviser. Why?
Edit: it's quarter to 2 and I'm going to bed. I've studied for a couple hours. I'll wake up early tomorrow morning and take the exam before class. (It's a timed one hour exam) Then I'll blow off steam by crashing the archery class between my two classes. I love working for the athletic department; it means I get to show up to whatever the hell PE classes I want without worrying about silly things like registration or credit. Besides, Dan owes me (Dan is the track coach who teaches archery). He scared the shit out of me when I was working today by sneaking up behind me and barking like a dog. I really thought a dog had somehow sneaked into the equipment room. He's been doing that a lot lately. I should just learn that whenever I think I hear a dog in the gym it's just Dan being silly.