is something i’m not quite experiencing simply because, well, i don’t study.
above: so it turns out that these two (+ jared) were the ghosts that haunted my room. they managed to steal my room key (which i’d left on a table because i trust humanity), rearrange furniture, set up the rest of the haunting and return my room key without me noticing. i’d be more impressed than infuriated had it not been for the fact that i was afraid of my shower for a couple of days.
i’d come dangerously close to checking the security footage because i’m kind of insane.
but enough about that.
a little while ago i resolved to really crack down and study like a neurotic maniac hyped up on loads of caffeine. i could see myself suffocating between the pages of my textbooks, a pencil tucked behind my ear while i turned pages with enough ferocity to tear them. sheet upon sheet of handwritten notes would be scattered all around, every surrounding surface covered in lines of chicken scratch and coffee stains.
i was supposed to learn everything.
i had totally forgotten that i lacked any form of sustainable motivation, determination and perseverance. i let my unrivaled laziness get the better of me and distracted myself with modern family, documentaries and never ending meal breaks.
once again, i just couldn’t bother to care enough.
terrestrial planets was a complete disaster and i find myself counting on the curve to let me pass.
i went out the night before my sexual ethics exam and slept in too long to get any studying done (but it was still really easy, thank the good Lord).
i spent a total of a mere hour and forty five minutes studying for my anthropology of religion final.
but once again i’ll conjure up the dregs of my ever present optimism and say what i always say.
tomorrow i will study all day long. i will bury my head in my textbook and by the time my exam comes rolling along i’ll be a bona fide expert on contemporary moral issues. shoot me with any question and i’ll tell you all about the kantian perspective on the issue and the ethical complications involved. i’ll hit you with the implications of utilitarian-based arguments or show you how sentience is enough to sanction a right to life.
turns out i actually have to know these things and prove my worth.
i can’t count on a pretty face, a sense of style and a string of pretty words to get me through life anymore.
for the next three years, i am my GPA.
such is the sorry student life.