I guess it's time for a new post. As always I have things I could write, and no time whatsoever to write them. Well, I shouldn't say that, because obviously I'm writing, but that's more to keep myself from killing myself over Genetics right now than anything else. Basically I can't write anything substantial till after Friday, which is when my test is.
A while ago a friend of mine from work, Boy Sarcastic--who incidentally is possibly one of my favorite people to have worked with ever, asked me about my classes. I told him I was taking Genetics, and he replied, "Genetics; man, that class ate my lunch." He's a smart guy, he went into the degree I'm going into, and so understandably that statement worried and disturbed me ever so slightly. Genetics is currently making its way down the street with my ham sandwich.
Anyway, my second test is on Friday. I did okay on the first test, but not spectacular. There are 7 altogether, and I can drop 2 I think, one of which I think will be dropped after this Friday. I'm really not all that prepared for this test. I've studied, but not as much as I should have, and I'm not feeling as comfortable with this information as I did for the last one. A lot of that is that I've been worrying about the post-lab for my O Chem lab I've been procrastinating up until today. I started my pre-lab yesterday for today, and my post-lab which I didn't finish. So I need to do that before I leave work today, considering my lab is tonight. I never can do these things until the last minute, when I'm forced to, but not having them done gives me anxiety. And I really should have tried to understand the experiment we'll be doing tonight better, but I'm preoccupied. Did I mention my car broke down Monday? I spent a large part of my day, pretty much all the moments I wasn't in school, getting a hold of my dad and then trying to start it while he was trying different things that might make it start. Turns out all it needed was to be hit really hard with a wrench on the fuel tank. But right now it's in So Jo, awaiting its entrance into the shop, and I'm driving the mini van till then. Yeah, I didn't get much homework done that day. Yesterday wasn't much better. I can't believe my roommate is able to study so much for this test with 21 credit hours and two jobs. Some people are too smart for their own good, and especially mine. Goodbye ham sandwich.
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I love when you can result to brute violence and it actually works on electronics. Sorry to hear about your car. I hate that when something breaks, I can't just call my dad anymore. Well, I can but I don't understand when he tries to explain what he thinks is wrong. Don't worry about measuring your ability to someone else's. I learned a long time ago that if I do that, I will always be depressed.
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