Back-flips and hot shit
Damn!
I just finished my first exam of the day - my hardest course, the most difficult of concepts, the most daunting of challenges, and here I am, on the second floor of Simard an hour and a half later, reveling in my victory. I see you don't understand.
I got into that exam expecting what I rarely get: a page filled with Ws, Ts and Fs. I got no such thing (actually, I did, but only upon first blush). I got a little sad, I'll admit. Then I hopped over to the chunky, essay section: my real scary-scare section. But I would have been able to answer any one of the questions? I had somehow mastered the understanding of contemporary secular and economic politics as relating back not only to Machiavelli, but through his antecedents (which I'll not bother to name and describe, I'll just ask you to believe me)? I had. HA! And then I look to the previous questions which I could answer with greater ease that I can type? How odd!
This is all to say that I went into that exam expecting crap from myself and feeling jittery because I don't study for a week in advance, which is the opposite of what I've done to get where I am now. I feel good again. I know what I have, what I need, and what I have to do to get what I want, so Heaven stop me if I put my head to it. I feel like the next two and a half (or so) hours I have to start and finish studying for Jacobean Shakespeare will be wasted because I already know all that stuff. I just want to get this over with so that I can watch King Kong tonight (please call ~5 P.M. for an invitation) and do a bit of drinking with my science-nerd friends. And hopefully see Emma.
Today is a good day, and I've only been awake for four hours.
Let's go to, and I'll see y'all soon.
Cayman
I just finished my first exam of the day - my hardest course, the most difficult of concepts, the most daunting of challenges, and here I am, on the second floor of Simard an hour and a half later, reveling in my victory. I see you don't understand.
I got into that exam expecting what I rarely get: a page filled with Ws, Ts and Fs. I got no such thing (actually, I did, but only upon first blush). I got a little sad, I'll admit. Then I hopped over to the chunky, essay section: my real scary-scare section. But I would have been able to answer any one of the questions? I had somehow mastered the understanding of contemporary secular and economic politics as relating back not only to Machiavelli, but through his antecedents (which I'll not bother to name and describe, I'll just ask you to believe me)? I had. HA! And then I look to the previous questions which I could answer with greater ease that I can type? How odd!
This is all to say that I went into that exam expecting crap from myself and feeling jittery because I don't study for a week in advance, which is the opposite of what I've done to get where I am now. I feel good again. I know what I have, what I need, and what I have to do to get what I want, so Heaven stop me if I put my head to it. I feel like the next two and a half (or so) hours I have to start and finish studying for Jacobean Shakespeare will be wasted because I already know all that stuff. I just want to get this over with so that I can watch King Kong tonight (please call ~5 P.M. for an invitation) and do a bit of drinking with my science-nerd friends. And hopefully see Emma.
Today is a good day, and I've only been awake for four hours.
Let's go to, and I'll see y'all soon.
Cayman