So my studying skills aren't quite as strong as they ought be. I brought my calculus book along with me today and I managed to concentrate for a few minutes, but the lure of dreams proved too strong, and I put down my studying to take up my pen.
Although, last night I was, as Heyer might say, "exceeding virtuous" as I went grocery shopping as soon as I dropped off my books at the dorm. I came back, cooked, ate, and immediately began to work. At 11:40 pm I put my books away, leaving only some medieval poetry and archaeological texts unread, and my calculus practice problems undone. I will do all of that tonight for tomorrow I have only the archaeology volunteering and one lecture to prepare for.
My course load is heavy, but only calculus seems burdensome - and I am particularly frustrated that tutoring is now on Sundays, which frankly does me no good at all. I need to email my tutor about some missed notes. I'll complain about the time then.
We got back our tests in MEM3300 today - I received a 102 out of 100. Technically, I got a 97 but we all got a 5 point "bonus".
And, I got a 92 in my first archaeology exam, and a 94 on forensic anthropology. If only I understood calculus the same way.
The day is gray and windy, and I like it so. The underlying restlessness suits me well, and it also fits the character of autumn - change.
And I have but to speak of that devil and the bell rings the half hour and I must go - farewell.
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