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I just wrote up this schedule for myself, in complete earnestness, at least until I stepped back and looked at it. It's for from ten this morning (in about five minutes) until four tomorrow afternoon.
SCHEDULE
10am-12pm: Study chemistry.
12-1: Study evangelicalism.
1-3: Study history.
3-4: Take nap, study evangelicalism. (I.e., read in bed and neither nap nor study effectively.)
4-6.30: Study chemistry.
7-10: CHEMISTRY EXAM OMFG.
10-11: Watch 24, which JJ will have DVR'ed.
11-1am: Study history.
1-2: Study evangelicalism.
2-7: Sleep.
7-8: Shower, etc.
8-8.45: Study evangelicalism.
9-12: EVANGELICALISM EXAM, NOT QUITE AS OMFG.
12-12.45: Study history.
1-4: HISTORY EXAM, JUST AS OMFG.
THE END
I just realized I left no real time for eating, and allowed negligible amount of sleep, but that's okay, because over the past few days, those things seem to have lost any real importance they once held for me.
Oh, and dear twenty-fifth birthday and any and all who might help me celebrate it: do not - I repeat, DO NOT - throw me an unsurprise party at a Cuban restaurant the weekend before my exams, because I will drink 234897239847 mojitos, pass out at eleven at night on a Friday, be completely worthless all day Saturday no matter how hard I try, and just barely accomplish anything on Sunday. Which is the day before Monday. Which is the DAY ONE OF THE TWO-DAY RECKONING.
If I am still alive tomorrow at four in the afternoon, that, my friends, will be proof of a higher power.
SCHEDULE
10am-12pm: Study chemistry.
12-1: Study evangelicalism.
1-3: Study history.
3-4: Take nap, study evangelicalism. (I.e., read in bed and neither nap nor study effectively.)
4-6.30: Study chemistry.
7-10: CHEMISTRY EXAM OMFG.
10-11: Watch 24, which JJ will have DVR'ed.
11-1am: Study history.
1-2: Study evangelicalism.
2-7: Sleep.
7-8: Shower, etc.
8-8.45: Study evangelicalism.
9-12: EVANGELICALISM EXAM, NOT QUITE AS OMFG.
12-12.45: Study history.
1-4: HISTORY EXAM, JUST AS OMFG.
THE END
I just realized I left no real time for eating, and allowed negligible amount of sleep, but that's okay, because over the past few days, those things seem to have lost any real importance they once held for me.
Oh, and dear twenty-fifth birthday and any and all who might help me celebrate it: do not - I repeat, DO NOT - throw me an unsurprise party at a Cuban restaurant the weekend before my exams, because I will drink 234897239847 mojitos, pass out at eleven at night on a Friday, be completely worthless all day Saturday no matter how hard I try, and just barely accomplish anything on Sunday. Which is the day before Monday. Which is the DAY ONE OF THE TWO-DAY RECKONING.
If I am still alive tomorrow at four in the afternoon, that, my friends, will be proof of a higher power.