It has been midterm week. So basically, it has been hell on earth. I had a midterm yesterday and one again today...just a couple of hours ago actually. My brain literally hurt when I was finished. Midterms suck. There is no other way to describe them, but it does mean that the semester is half way over. My midterms started last week and thankfully they are over now but there is so much to do in the last half of the semester. One test, four finals, ten page paper, three quizzes and two more summaries. If that is not a to do list, I do not know what is. College can be so frustrating and really difficult. Graduating should be a much bigger deal than what people make it out to be. Just getting through your senior year alone should earn you some kind of award. Straight Up! Sometimes motivation is impossible to find.
On the other hand, as if my life is not crazy enough as it is, work has to been insane right now. One of the professors is going on a study abroad trip to Italy. It is an A-mazing trip, hello 5 weeks in Tuscany can NEVER, EVER be terrible. So two days before he leaves (yesterday) he decides to drop off NINE books that need to be scanned to him. The ENTIRE book. Okay look, I know what you are thinking, it is not that hard but when you stare at that green bar for two hours you become some kind of zombie. For all that scanning, I should be able to go to Italy!
Meanwhile, in the land of philosophy...it sucks, that's what. UGH. FOUR more LONG weeks!!! I will never like this class, it is so painful!! I refuse to be alone in this struggle so I feel the need to bring it up with every blog. Thankfully we have Monday the 5th off, gotta love federal holidays!!! I will probably throw some kind of party when this is over. We finally finished James and now we are on to Pierce, which is coincidentally is pronounced like purse, and if Emerson and James were not bad enough...this crap is totally wack....I pretty much hate every second of this class. No offense to the teacher, but this class is just dumb.
This is my advice to all you soon to be seniors...save some of your general ed courses for your senior year that way you do not have to take stupid classes like this!!
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Procastination is....
...awful. It is a seniors best friend. It keeps you company as you avoid doing anything the resembles homework or writing papers. I had a midterm that counts for a serious portion of my grade and of course I leave it until the last minute. Why is it that every year, the college new year (August 1st) at least, I promise to not procrastinate. Please. Like that is EVER going to happen. A senior must accept this inevitable way of life. Facebook doesn't help either.
I wish I knew what it was like not to procrastinate...but I will probably never get there...because of procrastination. Don't let the irony be lost on you. Please.
I am in full on midterm mode this weekend though because I have two more next week and I have to begin writing my paper...blah, blah, blah. I am so burnt out. That is the God's honest truth. Most days it is difficult to will myself out of bed for class. Like yesterday, I was supposed to meet my "reading group" before my 8am class...we were meeting at 7:30AM. I took the time to wake up...late, but that is neither here nor there, and two other people show up and we don't talk about the reading. Then it didn't really matter because we did not even discuss our chapter. I almost turned into Jeremy from Top Gear and yelled at everyone. So close.
I skipped half of my 2pm class in order to write my midterm...should have skipped the rest of it because we talked about bibliographies and how to annotate them. boring, boring, boring. The only redeeming thing in the class was the incredibly hot but young looking guy that sat next to me. For real. Hottness. He usually sits across from me in class, he is the kind of hot that you have to be careful not to look at for long periods of time in case he feels you staring at him. He seems really young though, but nice to look at.
I wish the rest of my classes had hott guys in them, it would make the class all the more interesting. Unlike my American Philosophy class which is extremely boring. seriously, we are talking about pragmatists and epistemology....zzzzzz......zzzz....z.z.z.z ugh, this class is painful. I would take a C just to be done with it. This semester is definitely not going to do anything for my GPA. In the mean time I will go back to facebook...
I wish I knew what it was like not to procrastinate...but I will probably never get there...because of procrastination. Don't let the irony be lost on you. Please.
I am in full on midterm mode this weekend though because I have two more next week and I have to begin writing my paper...blah, blah, blah. I am so burnt out. That is the God's honest truth. Most days it is difficult to will myself out of bed for class. Like yesterday, I was supposed to meet my "reading group" before my 8am class...we were meeting at 7:30AM. I took the time to wake up...late, but that is neither here nor there, and two other people show up and we don't talk about the reading. Then it didn't really matter because we did not even discuss our chapter. I almost turned into Jeremy from Top Gear and yelled at everyone. So close.
I skipped half of my 2pm class in order to write my midterm...should have skipped the rest of it because we talked about bibliographies and how to annotate them. boring, boring, boring. The only redeeming thing in the class was the incredibly hot but young looking guy that sat next to me. For real. Hottness. He usually sits across from me in class, he is the kind of hot that you have to be careful not to look at for long periods of time in case he feels you staring at him. He seems really young though, but nice to look at.
I wish the rest of my classes had hott guys in them, it would make the class all the more interesting. Unlike my American Philosophy class which is extremely boring. seriously, we are talking about pragmatists and epistemology....zzzzzz......zzzz....z.z.z.z ugh, this class is painful. I would take a C just to be done with it. This semester is definitely not going to do anything for my GPA. In the mean time I will go back to facebook...
Monday, June 7, 2010
Archives, Emerson and Reason #1 for senioritis
Last week we learned all about the archives...apparently they are like onions and have multiple layers, who knew? Not me, that is for sure. Immediately I thought of Shrek and subsequently stopped paying attention to the archivist at the library. I have to write this ten page paper and all of my sources have to come from the archives...that should be enjoyable. My teacher hasn't exactly been forthcoming when he talks about this paper and generally I am confused about what I am supposed to do...which is no bueno considering that I have to have all my sources by the end of the month.
It's as if every teacher is convinced that whatever class they are teaching is the only class you are taking. What the heck is up with that? The way my teacher said "it's only ten pages" made me want to deck him...ten pages is and always will be a big deal. I think, despite his lack of guidance, I have settled on talking about colonial Georgia, mainly because it is a short history, since it was the last colony and was kind of thrown together last minute.
In my American Philosophy class we have been discussing Ralph Waldo Emerson. Boo. Boo. Boo. Emerson was a tool. I could go on but I would rather not. Everything that man said makes no sense. It is so hard to pay attention in this class and the attention span of a senior is short enough already, add Emerson and you're seriously in trouble. Let's just say that I will be glad when we are done with this section. This class is going to seriously damage my GPA.
I have figured out the number ONE reason for senioritis. The financial aid department. I am completely serious. When I talk to them I lose complete faith in the institution of higher education. Seriously. They are the least helpful department known to man. Kids, remember this, please. I have had trouble with my student loans, mainly I am SO close to graduating and my loans are approaching the maximum undergraduate level, simply meaning, I need to graduate. They are in no rush to help me out, which is a really jerky thing to do.
It should be a great summer.
I have to put a disclaimer on this blog that I forgot to put before:
1. I am not a party animal, do not look for stories of raging parties that normal college seniors might attend.
2. I will never disclose names.
3. I love God and Jesus Christ, it might come up so get over it
4. I will probably not talk about my personal life too much, so this will not be a soap opera.
5. I am a senior, therefore I am jaded to college life.
That being said...it's going to be a great year.
It's as if every teacher is convinced that whatever class they are teaching is the only class you are taking. What the heck is up with that? The way my teacher said "it's only ten pages" made me want to deck him...ten pages is and always will be a big deal. I think, despite his lack of guidance, I have settled on talking about colonial Georgia, mainly because it is a short history, since it was the last colony and was kind of thrown together last minute.
In my American Philosophy class we have been discussing Ralph Waldo Emerson. Boo. Boo. Boo. Emerson was a tool. I could go on but I would rather not. Everything that man said makes no sense. It is so hard to pay attention in this class and the attention span of a senior is short enough already, add Emerson and you're seriously in trouble. Let's just say that I will be glad when we are done with this section. This class is going to seriously damage my GPA.
I have figured out the number ONE reason for senioritis. The financial aid department. I am completely serious. When I talk to them I lose complete faith in the institution of higher education. Seriously. They are the least helpful department known to man. Kids, remember this, please. I have had trouble with my student loans, mainly I am SO close to graduating and my loans are approaching the maximum undergraduate level, simply meaning, I need to graduate. They are in no rush to help me out, which is a really jerky thing to do.
It should be a great summer.
I have to put a disclaimer on this blog that I forgot to put before:
1. I am not a party animal, do not look for stories of raging parties that normal college seniors might attend.
2. I will never disclose names.
3. I love God and Jesus Christ, it might come up so get over it
4. I will probably not talk about my personal life too much, so this will not be a soap opera.
5. I am a senior, therefore I am jaded to college life.
That being said...it's going to be a great year.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Me and Senioritis
So...I am in my senior year at college and you always hear about "senioritis" but what is it really??? I am going to spend my last three semesters at college chronicling my senioritis...because I definitely have it.
I guess I should start off by describing my academic history. I am in my last year of studies majoring in American History which may sound boring..but it's not, trust me. I have been attending the same university is suburban Atlanta for the past three years and have now entered the dreaded senior year. I have exactly three semesters of undergrad left before I have to enter the "real world" so I thought I would spend my time wisely...by writing a blog about my senior year.
So this summer I was ambitious when I registered for 4 classes, all of which are upper division classes. They only last 8 weeks. I figured I could do anything for 8 weeks....I have two morning classes on Tuesday/Thursday and two even classes on Monday/Wednesday with each class lasting about 3 hours...6 hours of class a day, what's not to love???
I have always maintained one cardinal rule with college. I hold this rule in the highest regard and it is something that I swore to never, ever, under any circumstances disobey...yet, in this my senior year I will break it not once, but twice. The 8am class. It is never okay to start class at 8am. EVER. Maybe this is the start of senioritis? You are so desperate to get the year over with that you break the rules...you are at the mercy of the department and when they offer classes, and that is a no win situation for a senior. There is one class that you really want to take but there is only one section offered, every other leap year on odd year semesters, and for once the college gods have taken pity on your soul...the class is being offered....at 8am. The college gods mock you.
Thus begins the journey to graduation day, for one of the most expensive pieces of paper you will ever buy! Let the fun begin!!!
I guess I should start off by describing my academic history. I am in my last year of studies majoring in American History which may sound boring..but it's not, trust me. I have been attending the same university is suburban Atlanta for the past three years and have now entered the dreaded senior year. I have exactly three semesters of undergrad left before I have to enter the "real world" so I thought I would spend my time wisely...by writing a blog about my senior year.
So this summer I was ambitious when I registered for 4 classes, all of which are upper division classes. They only last 8 weeks. I figured I could do anything for 8 weeks....I have two morning classes on Tuesday/Thursday and two even classes on Monday/Wednesday with each class lasting about 3 hours...6 hours of class a day, what's not to love???
I have always maintained one cardinal rule with college. I hold this rule in the highest regard and it is something that I swore to never, ever, under any circumstances disobey...yet, in this my senior year I will break it not once, but twice. The 8am class. It is never okay to start class at 8am. EVER. Maybe this is the start of senioritis? You are so desperate to get the year over with that you break the rules...you are at the mercy of the department and when they offer classes, and that is a no win situation for a senior. There is one class that you really want to take but there is only one section offered, every other leap year on odd year semesters, and for once the college gods have taken pity on your soul...the class is being offered....at 8am. The college gods mock you.
Thus begins the journey to graduation day, for one of the most expensive pieces of paper you will ever buy! Let the fun begin!!!
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