Thesis Defense? Who cares? I have music!
So, I'm trying out Pandora. I tried "Erland and the Carnival" but I suppose that band is too obscure for Pandora. Then I remembered someone mentioning that their songs sound like a band called The Clash. So I put that in instead. The first two songs that played were "I Wanna Be Sedated" by The Ramones and "Psycho Killers". My dad had told me to download the latter a few weeks back (and I spent the next two weeks pretty much keeping it on repeat) and a song by The Ramones ("Teenage Lobotomy"). I think I have pretty consistent tastes...
But still, what are the odds?
Ugh. Today was...blah. I didn't really start studying for my plant exam until 5 this morning. I think I did well. I mean, I certainly made at least a B on it and, what with my last exam being 110, I think I can spare those extra points. I got my history exam back and I again made the highest score of 97 (though someone else tied with me). Considering I started studying the day before, I'm pretty impressed with myself.
But, I've been waking up at 5 or 6 every morning this week. I gave blood yesterday, which only took about 10 minutes to get a pint out of me. They usually use a side vein in my left arm, but this time they used a more central one in my right one. I took a 4 hour nap today after running around for the biochem lab getting ethanol and acetic acid and destaining gels. And getting stuff printed for physics lab. I turned in my final lab report for that class. Thank goodness.
Then tonight at rugby practice we had run, essentially, three miles. The first was a jog/spring mix. The last two killed me. I had to walk after the second mile.
I really should start preparing for my defense. I mean, I haven't even planned what I'm going to say. But, screw it, I'm going to bed soon and waking up at 7 to plan that stuff. There's just something about being asked, "How were you affected by the research you've done?" and having to come up with some bullshit instead of saying, "It took away my free time and was absolutely pointless. Nothing here is relevant to real life." And I don't know what I'm going to wear. No, wait. Scratch that. I know what I'm going to wear, but hell if I care if it's "appropriate" or not.
Well...I'm a fan of winging things. I only hope I don't make a fool of myself. I have this issue with talking: I suck at it. Especially in formal situations. Especially in small formal settings. Oddly enough, I do much better in front of large groups. It feels less personal. But I think tomorrow there will be three people besides me. This might be a bit awkward.
And then I have to do an effing poster project. Bleh.
But still, what are the odds?
Ugh. Today was...blah. I didn't really start studying for my plant exam until 5 this morning. I think I did well. I mean, I certainly made at least a B on it and, what with my last exam being 110, I think I can spare those extra points. I got my history exam back and I again made the highest score of 97 (though someone else tied with me). Considering I started studying the day before, I'm pretty impressed with myself.
But, I've been waking up at 5 or 6 every morning this week. I gave blood yesterday, which only took about 10 minutes to get a pint out of me. They usually use a side vein in my left arm, but this time they used a more central one in my right one. I took a 4 hour nap today after running around for the biochem lab getting ethanol and acetic acid and destaining gels. And getting stuff printed for physics lab. I turned in my final lab report for that class. Thank goodness.
Then tonight at rugby practice we had run, essentially, three miles. The first was a jog/spring mix. The last two killed me. I had to walk after the second mile.
I really should start preparing for my defense. I mean, I haven't even planned what I'm going to say. But, screw it, I'm going to bed soon and waking up at 7 to plan that stuff. There's just something about being asked, "How were you affected by the research you've done?" and having to come up with some bullshit instead of saying, "It took away my free time and was absolutely pointless. Nothing here is relevant to real life." And I don't know what I'm going to wear. No, wait. Scratch that. I know what I'm going to wear, but hell if I care if it's "appropriate" or not.
Well...I'm a fan of winging things. I only hope I don't make a fool of myself. I have this issue with talking: I suck at it. Especially in formal situations. Especially in small formal settings. Oddly enough, I do much better in front of large groups. It feels less personal. But I think tomorrow there will be three people besides me. This might be a bit awkward.
And then I have to do an effing poster project. Bleh.