People have been staring at me all day, I'm beginning to worry if I look funny :-\ Yeah, I'm kinda dressed up, but it's Valentine's Day!
It's a really great feeling, turning in homework and knowing that your homework kicked everyone else's ass. I was watching you, fellow members of my pseudoscience class, and your homework was only about three pages long. Mine was NINE. That professor has a list posted outside the classroom for everyone to read of students that have a poor attendance record. I'm glad I've only missed one lecture! Next to this sheet is a (as of yet blank) sheet labeled 'sucky grades on major assignment one' (the one I turned in today).
It's beginning to be that time in the semester when I feel like my work is reaching the 'unpleasant' level. Most days, I'm on campus around twelve hours, and I cannot bring all of the work that I could be doing with me, the books are too heavy. Damnation. However, when taking 21 hours, by this time in the semester, I've reached the "kill me now and put me out of my misery" level. Unpleasant is quite manageable.
Remind me to make an appointment to meet with an academic advisor to work out exactly what classes I need to take. I'm taking Japanese in the fall, most definitely. I may need to enlist the aid of Brooks' friend Audrey in my studying. I think that there may be a higher percentage of nerdy people taking Japanese, and that thought is vaguely comforting. I really would like to live in Japan for a while, but would not enjoy living there nearly as much if I couldn't communicate effectively or read any of the signs.
Genetics is a very intellectually engaging course, I'm loving that. However, there is an almost obscene amount of studying that goes with it. In addition to a weekly discussion group, there are now weekly study groups, in addition to my own personal studying...and the 200ish pages of assigned reading every week. 200 pages isn't a lot by itself, but it takes forEVER when the material makes you look like this: @_@
I made an A on my first exam at UT, yippee! Though ,it was considerably more difficult than the exam from the previous semester. The snow day threw off the lecture schedule, and at first the professor said that we were still going to be responsible for the missed material, but right before the exam he changed his mind and substituted questions about material covered in class but that was MUCH more in depth than anticipated, so I only got a 91. There was talk of a curve, but I don't think it will happen. Boo. I need at least a 94 to get an A in that class, and homework/attendance only have a combined total of 10 percent of my grade, so I must redouble my efforts! Working to get a 94 or above is exponentially harder than working to get a 92, and getting a 92 is hard enough, sometimes.
I really like having Dr. McCord as my chemistry professor. I honestly don't know why most people complain about how difficult he is, he makes perfect sense to me, and uses examples that make sense. There's no talk of giant hamburgers on skateboards. I hate that crap.
My pseudoscience class is interesting, it's the only class in which I don't check the time a zillion times. Dr. Coker is interesting, even though he haaaaates psychology (and education majors, don't even get him started on those!). He does demonstrations of various magic tricks and such, and I have no idea how he does them, but he's been teaching the class over 30 years. I think he's a wizard. He looks like a wizard, with his long, white hair in a ponytail.
I fixed my hair to go out for Valentine's with Brooks. It takes sooo freaking long to fix my hair because it's sooooo long. Also I hate hairspray. It's itchy and smells funny.
Days like today make me really really miss walking to the square in Denton to get some Beth Marie's. I want to do that SO BAD. Especially on Valentine's Day! Walking to the square with it all pretty outside to get delicious ice cream cones... Awww. :(
I need encouragement to keep working hard toward my goal! Being sick all last week has me a bit behind where I want to be, and super worn out, to boot.
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