Trying to get that last bit of laziness out of my system.
Berkeley this week, much like everywhere else, has been very cold. Very cold and wet. And windy. Which means traffic hell.
I'm starting to worry about this semester. My brain still hasn't quite snapped out of vacation mode and every time I sit down to study, I get up again only to go do something else. I've found that when I can't concentrate, it helps to deliberately not study and to just take a break. So that's what I'm doing. I'll study when I'm damn well ready, ya hear??!
It sounds kind of nerdy, but I've taken to procrastination via flipping through my textbooks and looking at the pretty pictures and reading the oh-so-engaging text in Chapter 12 when I'm supposed to be reading Chapter 2. And then a couple hours might go by and I don't notice. So...yes, I'm prescribing myself a break.
And speaking of worry, one of my professors thought it would be a fun idea to give us all about 180 pages of reading the first week. Which would be manageable if I were reading a novel. But it's not. It's a textbook on research methods. x_x (Do people use these faces anymore? *Gasp* I'm no longer internet-savvy since I've been away for so long *Sob*)
I really hope I'm not going to be digging myself into a grave this semester. Every semester seems harder than the last, but this one is just plain weird. I'm not sure if that's a good thing, but I'll have to see.
Anyway, to end this post on a more cheerful note, here's Isis. In a suitcase. Enjoy.
I shall experiment with these mysterious tags.
I'm starting to worry about this semester. My brain still hasn't quite snapped out of vacation mode and every time I sit down to study, I get up again only to go do something else. I've found that when I can't concentrate, it helps to deliberately not study and to just take a break. So that's what I'm doing. I'll study when I'm damn well ready, ya hear??!
It sounds kind of nerdy, but I've taken to procrastination via flipping through my textbooks and looking at the pretty pictures and reading the oh-so-engaging text in Chapter 12 when I'm supposed to be reading Chapter 2. And then a couple hours might go by and I don't notice. So...yes, I'm prescribing myself a break.
And speaking of worry, one of my professors thought it would be a fun idea to give us all about 180 pages of reading the first week. Which would be manageable if I were reading a novel. But it's not. It's a textbook on research methods. x_x (Do people use these faces anymore? *Gasp* I'm no longer internet-savvy since I've been away for so long *Sob*)
I really hope I'm not going to be digging myself into a grave this semester. Every semester seems harder than the last, but this one is just plain weird. I'm not sure if that's a good thing, but I'll have to see.
Anyway, to end this post on a more cheerful note, here's Isis. In a suitcase. Enjoy.
I shall experiment with these mysterious tags.