I wonder wonder wonder.
I wonder if one day any of this will catch up to me. I am taking 5 classes, but I am really only taking 3. I only really even consider doing the reading for 2 of them. And only in 1 of my classes do I actually take coherent notes. But am I punished? Does my lack of discipline come with consequences? Of course not. I've gotten a perfect score on three essays, a B+ on one (that will be moved up to an A if I ace the midterm according to my professor) and two A's on my midterms so far. And now I am studying for a class I have been to roughly... 6 out of 16 times. 1 of the questions will be from the pop quizzes we take in class (I've taken 2 of the 4). 2 of the questions will be from his sample questions. And the final 3 will be from other topics not specified. Now, if I had gone to every class this would be cake. However, he does post his notes online. The challenge before me: cover 6 weeks of material from online handouts in roughly 3 hours. Not really a challenge. Especially since 1/2 of the midterm will be take home. Can you believe that shit? Why even study. I could fail half of the in-class, and still get a B. I bet I could have taken the midterm without even enrolling in the class and passed half of it. Ok, enough with the cocky attitude. We will decide later if it is warranted, or not. Most likely, in 4 hours when I can assess how much damage is done. I've got to vent about girls.
UPDATE: Horrible. I may get a B on this one.
Sooo I don't know if I have covered this in the past, but there seems to be a cycle. Once every so often, at least 4 females decide to converge on my psyche at the same time. Maybe I put it all off, and then eventually all the passion erupts at once. It feels like a full moon. This time, it's (counting hold on) ... six. Don't get me wrong, I do appreciate being engaged in passions of the flesh. But I wish it was a little more... stable. But that would be boring wouldn't it, and I can't stand boring. At least I am progressing. I've passed some milestones, and planted some nice tall walls for myself to climb over. I don't know what it is that throws me back into the swing of things, but I wish it would come along more often. Maybe I'll start taking anti-depressants. I hear those make everything nice.
UPDATE: Horrible. I may get a B on this one.
Sooo I don't know if I have covered this in the past, but there seems to be a cycle. Once every so often, at least 4 females decide to converge on my psyche at the same time. Maybe I put it all off, and then eventually all the passion erupts at once. It feels like a full moon. This time, it's (counting hold on) ... six. Don't get me wrong, I do appreciate being engaged in passions of the flesh. But I wish it was a little more... stable. But that would be boring wouldn't it, and I can't stand boring. At least I am progressing. I've passed some milestones, and planted some nice tall walls for myself to climb over. I don't know what it is that throws me back into the swing of things, but I wish it would come along more often. Maybe I'll start taking anti-depressants. I hear those make everything nice.