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Today was a long day. In the morning I had to finish up a statistics exercise that lagged from yesterday due to some confusing formulae. Then I had some free time, had a latte and worked a bit on my chemistry, until my friend who I haven't spoken to in months called and said she had some free time. We hung out until my next class at 12:20. Brain and Behavior was the first article presentation which naturally ran long and made us all late to statistics, also leaving us hardly any break time to eat.
Sometime during B&B I discovered than my cheap jeans had worn through and developed a substantial hole in one of those oh-so-charming locations that make me nervous that everyone else can see it and is laughing behind my back. I had to sit through with that damn hole distracting me for some three hours of class. Four thirty I finally caught some lunch and raced home to put on a more decent and less chilly pair of pants. Then I waited for my partner to get over to work on the biology exercise.
Neuroanatomy? Is murderously hard. We worked on that exercise for three hours and the only reason we were done so quickly is because I'd had the foresight to take a good look at the questions over the weekend and then panic when I saw a blurry image of a brain with eighteen numbers to label on it. We were done at nine thirty and now I am tired, cranky and queasy for lack of food, but at least I have a great sense of accomplishment. Um. I haven't made much progress on my chemistry, though, so that feeling might evaporate when I take another look at that. Tomorrow.
Sometime during B&B I discovered than my cheap jeans had worn through and developed a substantial hole in one of those oh-so-charming locations that make me nervous that everyone else can see it and is laughing behind my back. I had to sit through with that damn hole distracting me for some three hours of class. Four thirty I finally caught some lunch and raced home to put on a more decent and less chilly pair of pants. Then I waited for my partner to get over to work on the biology exercise.
Neuroanatomy? Is murderously hard. We worked on that exercise for three hours and the only reason we were done so quickly is because I'd had the foresight to take a good look at the questions over the weekend and then panic when I saw a blurry image of a brain with eighteen numbers to label on it. We were done at nine thirty and now I am tired, cranky and queasy for lack of food, but at least I have a great sense of accomplishment. Um. I haven't made much progress on my chemistry, though, so that feeling might evaporate when I take another look at that. Tomorrow.
