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short attention span theater
I have two exams tomorrow, in 11.5 and 12.5 hours. My lecture attendance has been haphazard at best, and I haven't really kept up on the homework (in the case of my Weather class, I haven't even done the ones we're supposed to turn in, but let's not get into that...). So, long story short, I have lots of studying to do. Have to stop reading slash and start reading Geology. Right. Off to the library. Sit down in the quiet Reading Room, with my illicit junk food and my books, and bury my nose in my Weather textbook.
Thirty seconds later, I'm staring at the wall, thinking about RayK. Or my hair. Or that Lucy Hale story that I really ought to reread. Or my jobs. Or anything at all that isn't the studying I need to be doing.
At this point, I'm thinking I need a tin foil hat. Or Ritalin. Probably Ritalin.
On the bright side, the clock at the library was off by an hour, so I can do a whole nother hour of studying before I knock off to get five hours of sleep and then get up to do the really frantic morning-of cramming. And I think that, at age 21, in my eighth semester of college, I may have figured out an effective way to learn science facts. Go me. Sort of. Y'know.
Thirty seconds later, I'm staring at the wall, thinking about RayK. Or my hair. Or that Lucy Hale story that I really ought to reread. Or my jobs. Or anything at all that isn't the studying I need to be doing.
At this point, I'm thinking I need a tin foil hat. Or Ritalin. Probably Ritalin.
On the bright side, the clock at the library was off by an hour, so I can do a whole nother hour of studying before I knock off to get five hours of sleep and then get up to do the really frantic morning-of cramming. And I think that, at age 21, in my eighth semester of college, I may have figured out an effective way to learn science facts. Go me. Sort of. Y'know.