The finals craze has finally begun. Students everywhere sport dark circles under their eyes, walk hunched under the weight of books and notes, gather in little groups in every available corner to discuss principles, formulae, and philosophers in hushed tones.
Today, I woke up at 9:30, took a nice cool shower, hopped on a bus to the other side of town, spent two hours trying to find an apartment, had a late lunch, caught up on reading blogs, and eventually headed over to the library for a study session with classmates from my Genetics class for two hours.
That was the first studying I'd done for the exam, and likely the only I will do.
You see, I've never been much of one for studying. Hours and hours of burning the midnight oil, squinting at undecipherable handwritten notes just doesn't appeal to me. I don't feel the need to learn in a night what ought to have been learned in a semester. The secret? I learned it during that semester.
I laugh at the premeds who draw up study schedules and brag about how many hours they've been studying (It's also because I take most any chance I get to laugh at premeds. I don't really like them.). They think it's a badge of honor. I think it's madness.
I get better grades than them, too.
(Hm, and I also have a really intuitive grasp of anything Biology, which helps just a bit.)
(I'm also really modest about it. Can you tell?)
Today, I woke up at 9:30, took a nice cool shower, hopped on a bus to the other side of town, spent two hours trying to find an apartment, had a late lunch, caught up on reading blogs, and eventually headed over to the library for a study session with classmates from my Genetics class for two hours.
That was the first studying I'd done for the exam, and likely the only I will do.
You see, I've never been much of one for studying. Hours and hours of burning the midnight oil, squinting at undecipherable handwritten notes just doesn't appeal to me. I don't feel the need to learn in a night what ought to have been learned in a semester. The secret? I learned it during that semester.
I laugh at the premeds who draw up study schedules and brag about how many hours they've been studying (It's also because I take most any chance I get to laugh at premeds. I don't really like them.). They think it's a badge of honor. I think it's madness.
I get better grades than them, too.
(Hm, and I also have a really intuitive grasp of anything Biology, which helps just a bit.)
(I'm also really modest about it. Can you tell?)
2 comments:
Sounds like the Black Death has passed crisis point as it didn't get a mention.
I never revised for exams either but in my case it was mainly laziness - I hated revising. Which is probably why I always just scraped through in everything except French where an intuitive grasp came to my rescue. Wonderfully helpful when you have a natural bent for something.
The most wondeful posting ever. An honest appraisal of one's worth. I truly admire that.
I've never had a natural bent for anything. I'm academically lazier than a couch potato. After all I gave up accountancy because I couldn't (then) understand double entry book keeping (that was my excuse anyway).
I could get alpha plus plus for uni work and then just scrape through exams by the skin on my teeth. I didn't like exams.
Hey. This is becomming depressing. And it's only 0630 in the morning (as if there was another 0630).
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