Procrastinators Anonymous
Shout out to L for the idea.
So begins the final week of my first semester of law school finals. My study skillz have begun to rapidly degenerate over the course of this short period. For my first exam, I studied for 3 weeks prior to the event and made elaborate flowcharts. For my second exam, I read my notes and the Restatement on Contracts (2d). For my 3rd exam, I may read my outline. and draw pictures of people getting limbs severed in improbable ways. And possibly enact those events with stuffed animals _or_ action figures. A claymation stop-action film, while ideal, might be overkill. (Take that Mrs. Palsgraf, I will squish you with those scales hurled by unforeseeable explosions!)
I have begun sleeping more. Hiding under my covers more (w/o necessarily sleeping). And dreaming more (either in the library or under my covers), with not always pleasant results.
I had this bizarre dream last night in which I met Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams, from Neil Gaiman's Sandman books. From what I can piece together, I was babysitting for a small child (who resembled my now-14 yr old brother Zach, when he was about 4) who was having seizures and would not wake up. So of course...I had to call on someone for help...who turns out to be Morpheus, except that wasn't his name in the dream...but I knew it was he.
(Protecting a very small version of Zachary is a common theme of mine in dreams. I'm not really sure why, since Z is taller than me now).
I have eaten the remainder of my 'good and plenty' candy...for breakfast. It may explain why I feel slightly ill. Note to self: Do not eat candy for breakfast, even during finals.
M. has asked me if I have plans for the break.
Me: what plans?
M: So are you just going to bum around the house the whole time?
Me: I'll find something to do.
M: Okay.
(Maybe I'll look for a summer job. Or write scholarship essays. Or clean. More likely: I will bum around the house eating junk food and reading mystery novels and leaving my teacups lying around)
How likely is it that a new form of life will evolve in the detritus at the bottom of a discarded coffee mug if left for too long?
So begins the final week of my first semester of law school finals. My study skillz have begun to rapidly degenerate over the course of this short period. For my first exam, I studied for 3 weeks prior to the event and made elaborate flowcharts. For my second exam, I read my notes and the Restatement on Contracts (2d). For my 3rd exam, I may read my outline. and draw pictures of people getting limbs severed in improbable ways. And possibly enact those events with stuffed animals _or_ action figures. A claymation stop-action film, while ideal, might be overkill. (Take that Mrs. Palsgraf, I will squish you with those scales hurled by unforeseeable explosions!)
I have begun sleeping more. Hiding under my covers more (w/o necessarily sleeping). And dreaming more (either in the library or under my covers), with not always pleasant results.
I had this bizarre dream last night in which I met Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams, from Neil Gaiman's Sandman books. From what I can piece together, I was babysitting for a small child (who resembled my now-14 yr old brother Zach, when he was about 4) who was having seizures and would not wake up. So of course...I had to call on someone for help...who turns out to be Morpheus, except that wasn't his name in the dream...but I knew it was he.
(Protecting a very small version of Zachary is a common theme of mine in dreams. I'm not really sure why, since Z is taller than me now).
I have eaten the remainder of my 'good and plenty' candy...for breakfast. It may explain why I feel slightly ill. Note to self: Do not eat candy for breakfast, even during finals.
M. has asked me if I have plans for the break.
Me: what plans?
M: So are you just going to bum around the house the whole time?
Me: I'll find something to do.
M: Okay.
(Maybe I'll look for a summer job. Or write scholarship essays. Or clean. More likely: I will bum around the house eating junk food and reading mystery novels and leaving my teacups lying around)
How likely is it that a new form of life will evolve in the detritus at the bottom of a discarded coffee mug if left for too long?