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Ad Mundo Exteriore,
I hate my life. For perhaps the first time in my life, I'm feeling depressed without being sufficiently detached enough to think how ridiculous it is.
I have two finals back-to-back coming up this Tuesday, and though I've managed some very, very minimal studying thus far, I wasted way too much time procrastinating. I have roughly 36 hours to really make sure I've mastered two entirely different courses. I can't believe I'm still not feeling capable of kicking myself back to work.
I am going to finish reading over these notes tonight even if it means I get no sleep. And I will complete all those past final exams before tomorrow is done and over with. ::stares helplessly at lethargic mind:: Come on, where's the adrenaline when I need it?
They say college is about self-discovery. Discovery #1: Tari under a normal amount of pressure whines but keeps her cool and manages to scrape her act together. Tari under a mindboggling amount of pressure freezes up and goes into denial/curls up like a squirrel and sleeps.
I seriously feel like slapping myself.
...Tari
Post-script: Okay, in high school, I never had to study so hard for cumulative exams because by the end of the course I knew the material like the back of my hand to begin with. This is not intended to sound like bragging--all it took was enough self-discipline to pay attention in class and do all the homework. I may be about three-quarters of the way to that point with Rome of Augustus because at the bottom of it all there's only a handful of themes that are the "Message of the Course", but I have no idea where I am with multivariable calculus. I'm almost certain that I'll know what to do with any problem thrown at me, but I have no idea whether I'll carry it out correctly.
Post-post-script: Now might be a good time to go sacrifice something to the minor demideity of academia. Hm...sacrifice > Greco-Roman gods > fate and heroes...
I hate my life. For perhaps the first time in my life, I'm feeling depressed without being sufficiently detached enough to think how ridiculous it is.
I have two finals back-to-back coming up this Tuesday, and though I've managed some very, very minimal studying thus far, I wasted way too much time procrastinating. I have roughly 36 hours to really make sure I've mastered two entirely different courses. I can't believe I'm still not feeling capable of kicking myself back to work.
I am going to finish reading over these notes tonight even if it means I get no sleep. And I will complete all those past final exams before tomorrow is done and over with. ::stares helplessly at lethargic mind:: Come on, where's the adrenaline when I need it?
They say college is about self-discovery. Discovery #1: Tari under a normal amount of pressure whines but keeps her cool and manages to scrape her act together. Tari under a mindboggling amount of pressure freezes up and goes into denial/curls up like a squirrel and sleeps.
I seriously feel like slapping myself.
...Tari
Post-script: Okay, in high school, I never had to study so hard for cumulative exams because by the end of the course I knew the material like the back of my hand to begin with. This is not intended to sound like bragging--all it took was enough self-discipline to pay attention in class and do all the homework. I may be about three-quarters of the way to that point with Rome of Augustus because at the bottom of it all there's only a handful of themes that are the "Message of the Course", but I have no idea where I am with multivariable calculus. I'm almost certain that I'll know what to do with any problem thrown at me, but I have no idea whether I'll carry it out correctly.
Post-post-script: Now might be a good time to go sacrifice something to the minor demideity of academia. Hm...sacrifice > Greco-Roman gods > fate and heroes...
