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Loaded class burrito
2 years. Here are all my classes so far:
A little bit excessive, I think.
You are viewing stuff tagged with classes.
2 years. Here are all my classes so far:
A little bit excessive, I think.
My lab this past Monday was significantly longer than the time I spent sleeping last night. I find that curious.
A lot of work to do before graduation, yet I feel quite ready to be done.
To augment this post, I will (happily) provide you with some lyrics to a very short Fountains of Wayne song.
How to get started on anything - Using coffee.
If I did anything other than write this sentence to keep my promise of one week of consecutive updates, I would be wasting time I could be spending studying.
Ogio: my next backpack - My current one is going pretty good, but I’ve found that these large day-pack type backpacks work especially well for those full days of classes.
Act I.
Scene 1. Saturday. The curtain rises to reveal Alex hunkered down over an organic chemistry book, solution manual, notecards and notes. He sighs and pushes his hair back from his forehead. He needs a haircut. The modification of the Wittig recation makes sense, but he wonders if he’ll be able to keep it straight from the 20 other reaction/reagent combinations he has to keep straight.
Here’s a new one: I went through two classes today, and then came back to my dorm room. I looked at my watch as I was coming in the door and wondered aloud: “Did my watch stop or something?” It was way too early. I was so focussed on the lab report I had to do that I had forgotten I had only been to 2 classes instead of 3. It doesn’t end there, though. Oh no, this Monday had more Alex-mocking to do.
I’M REALLY BUSY AND ALL OF MY CLASSES HAVE ATTACKED ME.
LET’S HOPE I SURVIVE TO POST SOMETHING MORE MEANINGFUL LATER.
LOVE,
ALEX
Where have I been, you ask? Well, first I got hammered by finals and the move out. Let me tell you something (as I probably shared last year). One of the best workouts you can possibly imagine is moving an entire dorm room worth of stuff down 8 flights (5 floors) worth of stairs. And yes, I am dumb enough to bring things like 45 pound receivers, 2 35 pound speakers, a 70 pound sub, a 35 pound computer (that still gets me), and a 50 pound sack of foam. So, let’s see, the total for the big stuff alone is … 270 pounds worth of awkward huge items. Just plain stupid I tell you, that I bring all that stuff. But it’s like people in the days of the Wild West - kill two oxen and ruin a couple wagon axles just to get a piano out into the west. Then again, I can see myself doing that, too. Must be a genetic “break your back to bring luxury items” sort of allele. I hope it’s recessive, because I wouldn’t wish it on my kids.
Thanks in part to everyone’s well-wishes on my last round of tests, things went quite well. For your thoughts and encouragement, I thank you all. Unfortunately, this week is rather full as I use my super student powers to slay the last of my evil class work. Yes, armed with a graphite pencil and rubber eraser, I will decapitate bubble tests, disembowel essays, and shred physics problems. Nothing will stand in between me and my victory on Friday afternoon. No problem will stump, no answer will be second-guessed, and no food will be uneaten. Yes, this is the week of epic struggle, unending anguish, and great reward. Our voices will echo from the tops of the tallest tower, “freedom is ours, FREEDOM IS OURS!” And we will run, as one, from the campus, bearing gifts for our eagerly waiting families.