ReadingLirael, As You Like It, The English Patient, Heart of Darkness, Suikoden III, Candidate for Goddess
Watching House, Rick Mercer's Monday Report, Gilmore Girls, Scrubs, Corner Gas, Aishiteruze Baby, Prince of Tennis, Hikaru no Go
Playing The Bard's Tale, Katamari Damacy, Curse of Monkey Island, Final Fantasy VI, Disgaea: Hour of Darkness, Pretty Barbie Dressup Party Final Fantasy X-2(group gaming)
Back-burner Star Ocean: Till the End of Time, Star Ocean: The Second Story, Final Fantasy Tactics: Advance, Baldur's Gate: Tales of the Sword Coast, Planescape: Torment, Final Fantasy VII
Obsessing Firefly, Erik and Ray, Impulse/Bart Allen, Ford Prefect, Monkey Island, Nostalgia.
Upcoming Things of Importance January 5 First day of classes January 14 Birthday party January 16 Jaryn and Matt Are Old Day
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Is by Meimi, that wonderful Goddess who brings joy and happiness to the hearts of Ingrids.
This time, Meimi brought joy by doing a layout of Isumi Shinichirou and Waya Yoshitaka, of Hikaru no Go. It is full of wub.
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Oh noes, it's the horror of exams
12/10/2004 10:22:13 AM
"Shit. That sandwich looks delicious." "That is because I roll twenties." - Gabe and Tycho, Penny Arcade.
How I wish I had that sandwich right now.
But I don't. I have none of those things - except possibly bread. I do have info chips, though. They're Pringles, with random trivia questions printed on them. They're probably horribly unhealthy in more ways than normal chips, but . . . they were on sale, and I needed something to eat while studying this week.
My reaction to exams probably capitalizes why I'm rarely more than an average student - I just can't be bothered to care. Thankfully, my general apathy did not extend to -not- checking the university website for my exam times, because if I hadn't, I would have shown up at the education gym tomorrow before nine, and been very, very irritated to find that my political studies final didn't start until two.
Go figure.
But my reaction to political studies really proves the case when it comes to me and my rather horrible attitude to final exams. I'm going in to that exam with, I believe, 70% or so, which is good for me in a class that isn't English. I'd probably have to do really abysmally to actually fail, although the possibility is there. If, say, I sit down to write the exam and find myself incapable of answering a single question. I could also boost that mark significantly if I did well.
But I won't.
Because I'm not stressed.
Most people I know, many of whom are far more intelligent than I could ever hope to be, get stressed over exams. They deprive themselves of sleep to study. Me? I usually stop studying around the time the sun goes down. I probably get in four or five hours of studying time, and all I do is read over the textbook - because my notes are utterly illegible, even to me, assuming I could ever find where I threw them.
I tried studying really hard, studying like crazy when I was in first year. When I cared about school, when I still thought I had a future, and what do I have to show for it? A dropped calculus class, a failed organic chemistry course, an ulcer, and fairly mediocre marks in everything but English - the one subject I never studied for, the one subject I would cheerfully sleep through, or read a book during.
My first year of university taught me two things. One - everything I'd ever wanted out of life was a stupid, stupid dream that I could never have. And two - it didn't make a damn bit of difference whether I studied until my brain blew up or not. In fact, studying intensively and getting stressed seemed to do the opposite - the harder I studied, the worse I did.
So, today's my last real day to study for my political studies final. It will almost certainly be the hardest exam I write. And I will study.
For a bit.
But I'll also do my laundry and watch tv and play videogames and read and do a lot of things that aren't studying.
Oh, and as soon as I can bother to put a pair of pants on, I'll go by the university and try to get back my essay on Dracula.
Persistent when it doesn't make a damn bit of difference, Almighty Ingrid, Signing Off
