I haven't been this stressed out about school in quite a long, long time. Actually, the last time may very well have been second semester of 12th grade. Or, probably not.
But I don't think it's coincidental that, as of 2011, I'm finally starting to fall into place as a rightful adult. I'm being more diligent with my readings (actually keeping up!), getting homework done more or less on time, and giving a shit in general. Actually, it might be coincidental? Or correlation and causation.
Something like that. School is kicking my butt, at any rate. You'll be proud to know that despite that, we have been keeping the house relatively cleaner -I'm starting to get to the point that I like to!!! Although, not when I'm tired. And I'm often tired. *(by the way, I kicked a hole in my wall when sleeping the other night...)
So, the consensus is that being busy severely inhibits my ability/will/capacity/etc to blog. Which kinda sucks, considering this is a blog about being a student. Comes with the territory I guess.
Showing posts with label college. Show all posts
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Monday, January 24, 2011
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Finals -fin!
Yay! Finals are over as of last week (Tuesday morning, for me), and I've got my grades. Drumroll, please...
...AND the results are:
Calculus: B
Film Studies: A
Senior project: A
YAY! My GPA is now....3.27 :D That's a major improvement compared to my freshman year (when I was lucky to get it up to almost 3.0)
I don't want to jinx it, but my grades have been improving as I go through college and mature as a person -meaning my GPA has also been improving. I think if I were able to go through school long enough, I could eventually get a 4.0 for a term, straight A's. But, that's a moot point because if I was in school long enough, I wouldn't have to take classes for my major, and could choose easy classes.
pr
Like communications -cough i mean, comm is a great major-
Anyway, finals time.
If you haven't been to college, you probably pictures finals time as a time when just about everyone buckles down, holes up, and hits the books. You know, pasty college kids staying up all night writing papers, cramming for stuff they forgot, study groups in quiet rooms, not a lot of partying, and coffee all around (maybe even some adderall).
Maybe it's because my college isn't "traditional" (it's a working man's college), but my college is nothing like that. "Dead week" -the week before finals isn't really dead; there's lots of on campus activities, presentations, and business-as-usual.
Personally, for finals, I go through dead week super excited to be almost done with the term. By the time the weekend before finals starts, I realize I should probably look over my notes and study. I make plans to study for all these hours, schedule study sessions, get out my books and notes, and then they just sit there, forgotten, as I watch TV, internet, and (my favorite) sleep.
This leads to a slight panic about what to do for the final I have coming up tomorrow/in an hour. For example, this year, I had 2 finals on Monday and one early on Tuesday.
I DID do a good job of writing my final reflection for my senior project 5 days before it was due, but the 5 minute oral presentation that was supposed to accompany it? Didn't start practicing, or even think about what to say, until about 20 minutes before I had to do it. I COMPLETELY winged it as I did my bit presenting our group project.
My film studies final? Brought my textbook and flipped through it over a bowl of soup about half an hour before the class. By the time the final started, I was ready to be gone. We watched 2 short films twice, but I only watched them each once. I was done with my entire final for that class in about 15 minutes. I got 23/25 on it.
My calculus final was tricky. It was early, so last minute cramming wouldn't be useful. Instead, I started my notes the night before, got tired or possibly bored, so I went to bed. I planned to wake up early at 5 to finish my notes. I had to leave by 7, so that left 2 hours to study and get ready. 5 am come, my alarm went off, I got pissed and let it ring until 6. I hastily scrawled out the rest of my first page of notes, and for the second page, just tore out a random sheet from my class notebook.
That was actually pretty diligent of me! I'm making myself sound bad, but it's true. Most people I know are so tired of their classes that by finals, they don't care. They half-ass their way to success, failure, or mediocrity. As my roommate says, "It's so nice to see a whole term of work summed up into a tiny little letter."
My advice to any new-to-college or not-yet-in-college homeskillets when it comes to finals is: actually study, and you'll rock it. But, don't stress out either. It's not worth getting an ulcer over, and if you give yourself an anxiety attack, you'll probably do worse than if you had skipped studying altogether.
My favorite part of finals week?
IT'S OVER TIL NEXT TERM!!!! :D NOW I GET TO BE POOR BUT HAVE FREE TIME!
In my boredom on Monday, I baked (and baked and baked) and I hate baking now
pretty park from last week
...AND the results are:
Calculus: B
Film Studies: A
Senior project: A
YAY! My GPA is now....3.27 :D That's a major improvement compared to my freshman year (when I was lucky to get it up to almost 3.0)
same park, this week
I don't want to jinx it, but my grades have been improving as I go through college and mature as a person -meaning my GPA has also been improving. I think if I were able to go through school long enough, I could eventually get a 4.0 for a term, straight A's. But, that's a moot point because if I was in school long enough, I wouldn't have to take classes for my major, and could choose easy classes.
prcase in point: I BSd this an hour before it was due
Like communications -cough i mean, comm is a great major-
this was my final "reaction" to a film screened in class
Anyway, finals time.
If you haven't been to college, you probably pictures finals time as a time when just about everyone buckles down, holes up, and hits the books. You know, pasty college kids staying up all night writing papers, cramming for stuff they forgot, study groups in quiet rooms, not a lot of partying, and coffee all around (maybe even some adderall).
found by the math dept. in NewBooger Hall
Maybe it's because my college isn't "traditional" (it's a working man's college), but my college is nothing like that. "Dead week" -the week before finals isn't really dead; there's lots of on campus activities, presentations, and business-as-usual.
business as usual: my cat sitting on the internet
Personally, for finals, I go through dead week super excited to be almost done with the term. By the time the weekend before finals starts, I realize I should probably look over my notes and study. I make plans to study for all these hours, schedule study sessions, get out my books and notes, and then they just sit there, forgotten, as I watch TV, internet, and (my favorite) sleep.
This leads to a slight panic about what to do for the final I have coming up tomorrow/in an hour. For example, this year, I had 2 finals on Monday and one early on Tuesday.
a drawing of me by one of my students
I DID do a good job of writing my final reflection for my senior project 5 days before it was due, but the 5 minute oral presentation that was supposed to accompany it? Didn't start practicing, or even think about what to say, until about 20 minutes before I had to do it. I COMPLETELY winged it as I did my bit presenting our group project.
My film studies final? Brought my textbook and flipped through it over a bowl of soup about half an hour before the class. By the time the final started, I was ready to be gone. We watched 2 short films twice, but I only watched them each once. I was done with my entire final for that class in about 15 minutes. I got 23/25 on it.
Seriously, this guy is trying to make me look like a good student or something. I'll tell you this much: I didn't write WENDY + LUCY drunk
My calculus final was tricky. It was early, so last minute cramming wouldn't be useful. Instead, I started my notes the night before, got tired or possibly bored, so I went to bed. I planned to wake up early at 5 to finish my notes. I had to leave by 7, so that left 2 hours to study and get ready. 5 am come, my alarm went off, I got pissed and let it ring until 6. I hastily scrawled out the rest of my first page of notes, and for the second page, just tore out a random sheet from my class notebook.
That was actually pretty diligent of me! I'm making myself sound bad, but it's true. Most people I know are so tired of their classes that by finals, they don't care. They half-ass their way to success, failure, or mediocrity. As my roommate says, "It's so nice to see a whole term of work summed up into a tiny little letter."
my cats in the window on the beautiful part of a day
My advice to any new-to-college or not-yet-in-college homeskillets when it comes to finals is: actually study, and you'll rock it. But, don't stress out either. It's not worth getting an ulcer over, and if you give yourself an anxiety attack, you'll probably do worse than if you had skipped studying altogether.
My favorite part of finals week?
spending hours in front of a REAL fire in a bar with good friends?
IT'S OVER TIL NEXT TERM!!!! :D NOW I GET TO BE POOR BUT HAVE FREE TIME!
In my boredom on Monday, I baked (and baked and baked) and I hate baking now
Chocolate chip
Peanut butter kiss
brownies
gummy tea cookies
Monday, November 29, 2010
Last Week (?!) getting drunk!??!?!?!
This story takes place on Sunday, November 21.
I'd made plans to see a friend, and we tentatively decided to go to the zoo after he go off work. Well, it was cold, and it was rainy, and by the time we met up, we would have only had about an hour and a half for the zoo.
We decided to skip the zoo, get Chipotle, and hit up the going-out-of-business sale at the downtown Borders.
I got a present for my mom, and a cheap "learn Spanish!" cd-rom set so that I can maybe learn to talk to my in-laws well.
As we left Borders, I still didn't want to go home yet. It was only about 5 pm. We were downtown, so we headed to our campus.
The idea in that was, "Julie wants a mixed drink. Let's go to the crappy eatery/bar on campus! Let's call our other friend!" We called her, but she was previously engaged, so she couldn't come. Which was fine, because by the time we made it to the bar, we learned that it is closed on Sundays.
Booo! Well, now what? We could have hit up the Cheerful Tortoise, but it has a covercharge on sport's game nights (though it wasn't one). Or, we could hit up the super sketchy Candlelight bar on the edge of campus.
We decided for the sketch, and it turned out to be a good choice. My friend enjoyed his rum and cokes, and I had a regular daquiri.
We played pool -a lot of pool, and since I haven't played since my freshman year of college, I have no practice. I sucked at it.
But he had another rum and coke, I got a strawberry daquiri, the bar was empty except for us and the bartender, we played some more, I got tipsy, I got better. It was really enjoyable.
Then a group came in, and damn if it wasn't some girl's 21ster. Also, I was tipsy enough to be enjoying myself, but I was still a bit sober. So, I got the brilliant idea of ordering a shot of peach something or other.
Bad move. I can't handle hard alcohol. I once got trashed on it, and now I can't drink it anymore without wanting to puke. I want to throw up just thinking about it now. My shot tasted like peach gasoline, so I made my friend drink it. We paid and left the bar.
At this point, I was pretty buzzed. Maybe even approaching drunk. But all that sugar in my sugary daquiris cracked me out, and I was hyper hyper hyper hyper. I jumped up and down like a 6 year old. I spoke really quickly.
I also convinced my friend that we should go to the Cheerful Tortoise and have just one beer. "Just one beer" turned into three, and my third one ended up spilled all over the bar, and my leg. I didn't care - I was drunk :)
I was seriously blacking out, so I don't remember much of that night. Let's make a list of stuff I really can recall:
1.) I got lost on the way TO the bathroom, and on the way back.
2.) I spilled beer everywhere
3.) I decided that the $3 tip my friend was leaving wasn't enough, so I majestically threw down another $1
4.) Some douche at the bar laughed at me. I accused him of it. The bartender laughed at me.
5.) I told some secrets about my friend to my friend. I also scolded him for it.
6.) I forced him to look at all the pictures on my phone -mostly ones of my cats
7.) I talked a LOT about sexting
8.) I texted my roommate with "I am such an irresponsible adult. I'm drunk! :)" and she answered, "How do you get drunk at the zoo?!"
9.) I replied, "It was too yet so we in tobar dnoz drunk." then my friend texted her, and I said, "He is texting you, slowly but surely." Then I texted her, "Why are you calling him?! I'm fine!"
10.) My roommate had to come and get me, in her pajamas and car.
11.) I ate a lot of orange peels
The rest is stuff I was told by my roommate:
1.) I hugged her at least 3 times, and my friend the same
2.) I threw myself onto the rainy ground and accused people of judging me
3.) I said I was going to talk to some dude passing by, and then all I managed was "hi"
4.) I called myself a racist in front of a black guy (I thought he was a shiny silver blur), but then I continued "but I love everyone."
5.) I couldn't get into the car, and almost fell into oncoming traffic
6.) I ran for the passenger door like it was a race.
7.) I noticed how bad my roommate was parking when we got home
8.) I peed and changed into my pajamas at the same time
9.) I sat down and did my essay for my film class*
10.) I wrote the 600 words in 20 minutes. It did not make much sense, but my roommate let me post it
11.) I went into great detail explaining how it wouldn't matter if i did bad on it because all my other ones were great.
12.) My roommate brought me a glass of water. I shoved my hand into it.
13.) I laughed and spit water all over my lap
14.) I remembered the day that Skip Beat 167 comes out.
15.) I laid on the cat and made him mad
16.) I kept talking about how you never talk about being sober unless you're drunk
17.) I kept accusing people of judging me.
18.) I went around "liking" everything on facebook
Also that night, I broke my phone. So I had to get a new one the next day. I'll talk more about last weekend in another post since this one is long, but a couple things before pictures:
*=I got 10/10 on that drunk paper, even though my roommate told me I wouldn't.
I got 83% on my second calculus midterm
I'd made plans to see a friend, and we tentatively decided to go to the zoo after he go off work. Well, it was cold, and it was rainy, and by the time we met up, we would have only had about an hour and a half for the zoo.
We decided to skip the zoo, get Chipotle, and hit up the going-out-of-business sale at the downtown Borders.
I got a present for my mom, and a cheap "learn Spanish!" cd-rom set so that I can maybe learn to talk to my in-laws well.
As we left Borders, I still didn't want to go home yet. It was only about 5 pm. We were downtown, so we headed to our campus.
The idea in that was, "Julie wants a mixed drink. Let's go to the crappy eatery/bar on campus! Let's call our other friend!" We called her, but she was previously engaged, so she couldn't come. Which was fine, because by the time we made it to the bar, we learned that it is closed on Sundays.
Booo! Well, now what? We could have hit up the Cheerful Tortoise, but it has a covercharge on sport's game nights (though it wasn't one). Or, we could hit up the super sketchy Candlelight bar on the edge of campus.
We decided for the sketch, and it turned out to be a good choice. My friend enjoyed his rum and cokes, and I had a regular daquiri.
We played pool -a lot of pool, and since I haven't played since my freshman year of college, I have no practice. I sucked at it.
But he had another rum and coke, I got a strawberry daquiri, the bar was empty except for us and the bartender, we played some more, I got tipsy, I got better. It was really enjoyable.
Then a group came in, and damn if it wasn't some girl's 21ster. Also, I was tipsy enough to be enjoying myself, but I was still a bit sober. So, I got the brilliant idea of ordering a shot of peach something or other.
Bad move. I can't handle hard alcohol. I once got trashed on it, and now I can't drink it anymore without wanting to puke. I want to throw up just thinking about it now. My shot tasted like peach gasoline, so I made my friend drink it. We paid and left the bar.
At this point, I was pretty buzzed. Maybe even approaching drunk. But all that sugar in my sugary daquiris cracked me out, and I was hyper hyper hyper hyper. I jumped up and down like a 6 year old. I spoke really quickly.
I also convinced my friend that we should go to the Cheerful Tortoise and have just one beer. "Just one beer" turned into three, and my third one ended up spilled all over the bar, and my leg. I didn't care - I was drunk :)
I was seriously blacking out, so I don't remember much of that night. Let's make a list of stuff I really can recall:
1.) I got lost on the way TO the bathroom, and on the way back.
2.) I spilled beer everywhere
3.) I decided that the $3 tip my friend was leaving wasn't enough, so I majestically threw down another $1
4.) Some douche at the bar laughed at me. I accused him of it. The bartender laughed at me.
5.) I told some secrets about my friend to my friend. I also scolded him for it.
6.) I forced him to look at all the pictures on my phone -mostly ones of my cats
7.) I talked a LOT about sexting
8.) I texted my roommate with "I am such an irresponsible adult. I'm drunk! :)" and she answered, "How do you get drunk at the zoo?!"
9.) I replied, "It was too yet so we in tobar dnoz drunk." then my friend texted her, and I said, "He is texting you, slowly but surely." Then I texted her, "Why are you calling him?! I'm fine!"
10.) My roommate had to come and get me, in her pajamas and car.
11.) I ate a lot of orange peels
The rest is stuff I was told by my roommate:
1.) I hugged her at least 3 times, and my friend the same
2.) I threw myself onto the rainy ground and accused people of judging me
3.) I said I was going to talk to some dude passing by, and then all I managed was "hi"
4.) I called myself a racist in front of a black guy (I thought he was a shiny silver blur), but then I continued "but I love everyone."
5.) I couldn't get into the car, and almost fell into oncoming traffic
6.) I ran for the passenger door like it was a race.
7.) I noticed how bad my roommate was parking when we got home
8.) I peed and changed into my pajamas at the same time
9.) I sat down and did my essay for my film class*
10.) I wrote the 600 words in 20 minutes. It did not make much sense, but my roommate let me post it
11.) I went into great detail explaining how it wouldn't matter if i did bad on it because all my other ones were great.
12.) My roommate brought me a glass of water. I shoved my hand into it.
13.) I laughed and spit water all over my lap
14.) I remembered the day that Skip Beat 167 comes out.
15.) I laid on the cat and made him mad
16.) I kept talking about how you never talk about being sober unless you're drunk
17.) I kept accusing people of judging me.
18.) I went around "liking" everything on facebook
Also that night, I broke my phone. So I had to get a new one the next day. I'll talk more about last weekend in another post since this one is long, but a couple things before pictures:
*=I got 10/10 on that drunk paper, even though my roommate told me I wouldn't.
I got 83% on my second calculus midterm
Me and my strawberry daquiri
the receipt from the second bar...I can't remember what I wrote, but I paid for my friend's drinks, too
Creepy art
my other friend and I did this at walmart
from facebook that night
Lol more status things. See what I mean about liking?
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