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In about twenty minutes I am going to attempt to take my calculus exam. I'm prtetty confident about it even though I just finished studying for it about 20 minutes ago. Or maybe I'm pretty confident because I just finished studying twenty minutes ago? I've never been the type to cram in the morning so much. Throughout highschool, my studying routine went like this: not studying.
Yesterday was a pretty un-Sunday-like Sunday. I went to Brunch, blah blah, then studied at the library for two or five hours. After a while I got pretty tired of reading Hitler's Mein Kampf so I decided to take a break which turned into a snack break which turned into watching TV online which turned into dinner which turned into installing random programs on my computer and then messing with the customization. A rule of life for Ivy is never allow her access to anything that she likes that can be customized, because then she will spend the rest of her life customizing it. And this is especially bad when she's got two papers and two finals. Just writing that just there gave me the heebie jeebies a little.
Seeing myself earnestly type 'heebie jeebies' just gave me the heebie jeebies a little. O_O
Anyway, then Anna and I were supposed to go to Mass at 9, but the shuttle didn't show up until 9:20, and we arrived on campus at around 9:25, which meant there were only ten minutes of that super-fast Mass to go. I'm still feeling pretty guilty about it. The reason the bus was late was because it wasn't a normal central shuttle, it was Route A, which i s only supposed to run in the summer, and which was in fact running prematurely (because this is finals week gablammit). So when Anna and I got back on Route A to get back to the Shoreland, it was to discover that it in fact went really really far north. We were practically downtown. Anyway, eventually we got back to the Shoreland, to the relief of the silent, scared mass of students on the bus. I think more people got off at that stop than actually live at the Shoreland. IT was eerie to be on a bus and not know where you are and not know where you're going and wonder if perhaps there was some plot to kidnap a few of the allegedly-affluent students of the U of C or perhaps if the driver was some sort of Demonic Agent taking us into Another Dimention. [That sounds so cool I'm almost disappointed we did end up home.]
More later.
Praise Life, Praise God.
Yesterday was a pretty un-Sunday-like Sunday. I went to Brunch, blah blah, then studied at the library for two or five hours. After a while I got pretty tired of reading Hitler's Mein Kampf so I decided to take a break which turned into a snack break which turned into watching TV online which turned into dinner which turned into installing random programs on my computer and then messing with the customization. A rule of life for Ivy is never allow her access to anything that she likes that can be customized, because then she will spend the rest of her life customizing it. And this is especially bad when she's got two papers and two finals. Just writing that just there gave me the heebie jeebies a little.
Seeing myself earnestly type 'heebie jeebies' just gave me the heebie jeebies a little. O_O
Anyway, then Anna and I were supposed to go to Mass at 9, but the shuttle didn't show up until 9:20, and we arrived on campus at around 9:25, which meant there were only ten minutes of that super-fast Mass to go. I'm still feeling pretty guilty about it. The reason the bus was late was because it wasn't a normal central shuttle, it was Route A, which i s only supposed to run in the summer, and which was in fact running prematurely (because this is finals week gablammit). So when Anna and I got back on Route A to get back to the Shoreland, it was to discover that it in fact went really really far north. We were practically downtown. Anyway, eventually we got back to the Shoreland, to the relief of the silent, scared mass of students on the bus. I think more people got off at that stop than actually live at the Shoreland. IT was eerie to be on a bus and not know where you are and not know where you're going and wonder if perhaps there was some plot to kidnap a few of the allegedly-affluent students of the U of C or perhaps if the driver was some sort of Demonic Agent taking us into Another Dimention. [That sounds so cool I'm almost disappointed we did end up home.]
More later.
Praise Life, Praise God.