This was the day that I have predicted that the world will truly come to an end, because the RMS Titanic finished sinking in 1912, Abraham Lincoln was pronounced dead in 1865, and it's Tax Day. These are surely harbingers of doom.
I was certainly hoping for a doomsday scenario when I woke up considering the amount of work that I had to get done by Wednesday, and that was pretty well founded. The damn planet kept turning, though. I woke up early and read about carbonate systems, and then headed over to Quantum Mechanics, where I had an exam on statistical mechanics, which isn't quite as bad as it sounds tbh. Good times.
Then I went to Water and Soil Chemistry and bemoaned the fact that I finished another exam 10 minutes before I came to class in a futile attempt to move that exam to Friday; there was, however, no cigar. That test was pretty brutal. I still hate buffers from the depths of my being.
Took a break and bought myself some candy because I fucking deserved it after a double header chemistry exam binge—I do not recommend that to anyone. This has been a public service announcement from future president Maggie Rose. Anyway. Ended up reading about the Andean Pact and regionalism in North America, which wasn't quite as fun as it could have been.
Europe and the International System was pretty radical, though. Jupille asked if there were any domestic reasons that a country would sign onto a regional agreement, and I was like "LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT DOMESTIC INSTITUTIONS NERDS," so that was a helluva mic drop on my part. I was mostly fucking stoked because hey, 12 more people get to care about DSMs in PTAs!
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After that, I headed to lab, where I successfully wrote programming code. I'll add it to the resume. We also worked with a microcontroller that was called the "Board of Education" and I actually lost my shit laughing for ten minutes. I am very tired. Do not judge me.
Then I came home and watched 30 Rock because I deserved it after a long day of exams, and then I wrote half a paper. I then headed to orchestra and got some constructive procrastination and active leisure (I would advertise the concert but this is ex-post-facto so sorry. Long week, people). I love those 2.5 hours a week playing my bass. I didn't realize how necessary it was until I stopped playing the thing my freshman year, and now that it's back I don't really want to give it up again.
Anyway. Then I went to UV and got to hang out with the Boy and Company watching the Blackhawks game (THE THINGS I DO FOR LOVE) which actually turned out to be hella stressful even for a hockey novice. We then watched Modern Family. I was too tired to drive home (understandably) so I crashed there for the night. It was fucking great to see those kids mid-week instead of going five days between sightings. Contrary to popular belief, I do indeed need to have social contact with people, especially those that I'm in a relationship with. I'm bad at texting, and I prefer face-to-face contact over everything, and it's damn nice to talk about life and laugh at the "Board of Education" and just be with someone. I like that a lot.
I highly doubt, however, it'll become a norm, because it's the end of the semester when sleep is scarce and life is hell.
Days like these are honestly more like false summits than anything else—I always get this like high after I finish an exam and feel like it gives me license to like blow everything off and pretend that I don't have eight other assignments that I haven't started and will not finish. Like, you're not even close to being done with the climb, and that's frustrating because you still have a long-ass way to go. In hiking, they are more of a disappointment (I legitimately cried on Mt. Elbert when we kept running into them).
You never get anywhere, however, without a few moments to stop and catch your breath. Maybe that's the value in false summits—it's not the top, but it's a nice place to sit for awhile or take a nap (10/10 always recommend), and you can enjoy the view from where you are before you continue up the slope. It's the only way you can keep going up the damn mountain without wanting to jump off the edge. You need a place to rest, and you need time to catch your breath. So enjoy those false summits.
Getting caught up I've got this!
Thanks for reading :)
Then I came home and watched 30 Rock because I deserved it after a long day of exams, and then I wrote half a paper. I then headed to orchestra and got some constructive procrastination and active leisure (I would advertise the concert but this is ex-post-facto so sorry. Long week, people). I love those 2.5 hours a week playing my bass. I didn't realize how necessary it was until I stopped playing the thing my freshman year, and now that it's back I don't really want to give it up again.
Anyway. Then I went to UV and got to hang out with the Boy and Company watching the Blackhawks game (THE THINGS I DO FOR LOVE) which actually turned out to be hella stressful even for a hockey novice. We then watched Modern Family. I was too tired to drive home (understandably) so I crashed there for the night. It was fucking great to see those kids mid-week instead of going five days between sightings. Contrary to popular belief, I do indeed need to have social contact with people, especially those that I'm in a relationship with. I'm bad at texting, and I prefer face-to-face contact over everything, and it's damn nice to talk about life and laugh at the "Board of Education" and just be with someone. I like that a lot.
I highly doubt, however, it'll become a norm, because it's the end of the semester when sleep is scarce and life is hell.
Days like these are honestly more like false summits than anything else—I always get this like high after I finish an exam and feel like it gives me license to like blow everything off and pretend that I don't have eight other assignments that I haven't started and will not finish. Like, you're not even close to being done with the climb, and that's frustrating because you still have a long-ass way to go. In hiking, they are more of a disappointment (I legitimately cried on Mt. Elbert when we kept running into them).
You never get anywhere, however, without a few moments to stop and catch your breath. Maybe that's the value in false summits—it's not the top, but it's a nice place to sit for awhile or take a nap (10/10 always recommend), and you can enjoy the view from where you are before you continue up the slope. It's the only way you can keep going up the damn mountain without wanting to jump off the edge. You need a place to rest, and you need time to catch your breath. So enjoy those false summits.
Getting caught up I've got this!
Thanks for reading :)
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