:: a.whisper.in.water ::

:: Tuesday, April 08, 2003 ::

In re: the last post:
Clearly too late to save myself enough of the time.

The skinny:
I wound up wasting a lot of time, as fucking usual, and slept "early" at 3 fucking 40 am. I then slept until 12, giving myself no time at all to study before my exam, which needed to be taken at 1pm if I was to use the full 3 hours. I asked for an hour's extension to study, and got a lot of unsympathetic crap about how this would influence everyone else, and was told that an hour's extension would have to come from my Dean. At this point I have 25 minutes to study before 1pm rolls around. If there's anything I've learned from my dealings with the Dean's office, it's that patience and social skills somewhat beyond me are needed to get anything done, especially with mine, who's among the busiest folks on campus. So, this is clearly a non-solution to my very real problem. I dealt with it by just plowing ahead and studying until 2:20, then taking the exam in about two hours. Yay. I feel that good about it.

Oh, please don't tell me I'm building up a resistance to aderol, please...that would be an alarming rate of compensation on the part of my body, though it's somewhat consistent with my ability to drink a green bull and go to bed. I'm eating, even though aderol says not to, because normally I know I'd be hungry. I'm so easily distracted, it's discouraging as hell. Two words keep bobbing up and down: placebo, and tolerance.

Anne: Well, how'd the exam feel, at least?
Me: Like shitting nails.

The best part: I've done this sort of thing before. I'm awesome.


:: Aziz 5:48 PM [+] ::
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