It's key.
Time management, that is so key. Here I am, a midterm and a paper due tomorrow, and I've only halfway started studying and writing. There is a review session later tonight, but even so, I believe that I am still screwed. Not so screwed that I will drop the class, but I am still worried.
Emily and I were talking last night about how our work habits have changed so much since highschool. Back in the day, I could type out a five page paper in one weekend, no problem. Now it takes me a whole weekend of staring blankly at a blank Word doc. before I can even think of a half-ass thesis. I actually didn't mind sitting down at my desk to do work, to study until the wee hours of the morning. Then again, since that's all I do now, it's not like one can really enjoy repetition. Of course, minus all that studying, working, and going to class nonsense, it's not really all that bad.
I have my academic advisory meeting on Wednesday, so that I know what classes to register in November. Since I'm still undecided, I've decided on a smattering of different courses: Art History, Intro to Philosophy, French (a must), and English Drama. And if for some reason I don't get into those, I have Mythology, Topics in Bio: the human genome project, and Intro to Psych as backups.
But then, a problem! If I take Philosophy, I have three options: the hot professor, the cool professor, and the German professor. It is such a conflict that I can barely think about anything else, let alone my Balanchine paper and Jesus midterm. OH! But I have broadened my connections this afternoon. There's an upperclassman in my Jesus class that needed the study guide, so I typed it up and sent it to him, and now he's all, 'if you ever need a ride, holla.' Not that I didn't have that sort of connection already, but still, this is good.
Also, life has greatly improved since last week, despite all this work I have (yet) to do. HAHAHHAHAHAAAA.
Emily and I were talking last night about how our work habits have changed so much since highschool. Back in the day, I could type out a five page paper in one weekend, no problem. Now it takes me a whole weekend of staring blankly at a blank Word doc. before I can even think of a half-ass thesis. I actually didn't mind sitting down at my desk to do work, to study until the wee hours of the morning. Then again, since that's all I do now, it's not like one can really enjoy repetition. Of course, minus all that studying, working, and going to class nonsense, it's not really all that bad.
I have my academic advisory meeting on Wednesday, so that I know what classes to register in November. Since I'm still undecided, I've decided on a smattering of different courses: Art History, Intro to Philosophy, French (a must), and English Drama. And if for some reason I don't get into those, I have Mythology, Topics in Bio: the human genome project, and Intro to Psych as backups.
But then, a problem! If I take Philosophy, I have three options: the hot professor, the cool professor, and the German professor. It is such a conflict that I can barely think about anything else, let alone my Balanchine paper and Jesus midterm. OH! But I have broadened my connections this afternoon. There's an upperclassman in my Jesus class that needed the study guide, so I typed it up and sent it to him, and now he's all, 'if you ever need a ride, holla.' Not that I didn't have that sort of connection already, but still, this is good.
Also, life has greatly improved since last week, despite all this work I have (yet) to do. HAHAHHAHAHAAAA.