Monday, July 18, 2016
Skip, Skip, Skip
I'm off in a bit to take yet another pathophysiology exam. I spent five days studying and I still don't feel like I really know anything. But I feel that way before every exam, actually. (Especially recently when I'm trying to learn how to wrangle The Middle-Aged Brain.)
I got up early this morning after a relatively late night of studying. And I meant to go to my A&P lecture, honest I did. But then I decided that more sleep was going to serve me better than sitting in the dark listening to the nice but incompetent instructor read the textbook company's slides to me. (I filled out her instructor evaluation form last night and I was honest, which should be damning enough.) Anyway, I went back to sleep.
I may end up retaking the class next semester just because I haven't learned a goddamned thing this semester. I did register for a one-day-a-week lecture on Saturday from 11:30-2:15. I need to remember to pay for it tonight or I'll get dropped. Remind me!
After a nap, I went out and watered the garden. There were lots of bees on the sunflowers and in among the blooms on the squash plants. There were also two squash bugs, but I pretended not to see them because I didn't want to have to do anything about them. Dave always picks them off the plants, but they look too much like roaches for me to do that.
I reviewed a bit in the late morning and early afternoon, only stopping because the postman came by with my Amazon order (Feeling Good by David D. Burns, Stumbling on Happiness by Daniel Gilbert, Dad is Fat by Jim Gaffigan, and a Dover book of mendhi designs). I sat down for half an hour to read part of the Gaffigan book. It is an easy, quick read and funny. I like his comedy and the book mirrors that, of course.
I'm off in a minute to campus, to take the exam. I think I'm going to make up an excuse and leave after I take the test. I am just not feeling it today. It will be the first time I've ever skipped a patho lecture (whereas I almost always skip my A&P class). Maybe I'll come home via Lotaburger and have a Lota Combo with seasoned fries. Swimsuit season is almost over anyway.
I'm just saying.
I got up early this morning after a relatively late night of studying. And I meant to go to my A&P lecture, honest I did. But then I decided that more sleep was going to serve me better than sitting in the dark listening to the nice but incompetent instructor read the textbook company's slides to me. (I filled out her instructor evaluation form last night and I was honest, which should be damning enough.) Anyway, I went back to sleep.
I may end up retaking the class next semester just because I haven't learned a goddamned thing this semester. I did register for a one-day-a-week lecture on Saturday from 11:30-2:15. I need to remember to pay for it tonight or I'll get dropped. Remind me!
After a nap, I went out and watered the garden. There were lots of bees on the sunflowers and in among the blooms on the squash plants. There were also two squash bugs, but I pretended not to see them because I didn't want to have to do anything about them. Dave always picks them off the plants, but they look too much like roaches for me to do that.
I reviewed a bit in the late morning and early afternoon, only stopping because the postman came by with my Amazon order (Feeling Good by David D. Burns, Stumbling on Happiness by Daniel Gilbert, Dad is Fat by Jim Gaffigan, and a Dover book of mendhi designs). I sat down for half an hour to read part of the Gaffigan book. It is an easy, quick read and funny. I like his comedy and the book mirrors that, of course.
I'm off in a minute to campus, to take the exam. I think I'm going to make up an excuse and leave after I take the test. I am just not feeling it today. It will be the first time I've ever skipped a patho lecture (whereas I almost always skip my A&P class). Maybe I'll come home via Lotaburger and have a Lota Combo with seasoned fries. Swimsuit season is almost over anyway.
I'm just saying.
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