So I’m going through a rough patch. The amount of school work is nearly unbearable. I’ll give you an example. Two days. That is what I have left to prepare for two exams. I will be writing both Algebra and Intro to Social Psychology exams this up coming Thursday.
Judging by my wall of post-it notes, I have a lot of work still left to accomplish. Let me just tally them up. Right, 4 yellow post-it notes representing the 4 chapters I have yet to read, and summarize for social psychology. Add to that another 5 notes for algebra, which represent 5 separate chapters I have yet to read, understand and do practice questions for.
On the off chance I get all that done earlier than expected in the two days that I have alloted, I will have to start writing my philosophy take home exam. I think my drift is quite clear. Life is hard. Or rather school life is hard. Of course it doesn’t have to be hard. I could just care less. But where does one draw the line between completely not caring and caring too much? How do you moderate your effort?
I guess the best part of all this is that I see the end of the tunnel and I’m quite confident in my ability to get to the end. I know that once I’m on the other side it will feel great and I will be relieved. However that will not last long. I will soon start to miss the hectic days that I’m living through now. Perhaps because you forget the rough patches and focus on the good moment, the moments through which your character was shaped. Education is hard, life is hard.
People will tell you that the years of college are the best years. In many ways they are. I’ve learned a lot. No I’m not talking about learning to chug a beer the fastest, or chug a keg while upside down. I’m talking about learning more about yourself. Your limits, what works in terms of study techniques and what you can achieve. The fascination with getting piss drunk and then spending the rest of the weekend stumbling around like an idiot is quite an interesting North American trend. Of course it exists outside of North America but I can’t help but think that the propaganda radiates from here. I’m getting off topic, more on this some other day.
It’s late and I need the strength for the two upcoming days so I’m calling it quits.
