I Pity Da Fool
I have been doing a final, and in my long standing tradition of doing everything except the actual work until the last minute, I did some calculations. I have had a math class just about every year of my school life. Today I did my homework for the first time in two years. I have not done my homework regularly in at least seven years. By regularly, I mean twice in one week.
Though I have a deep resentment of my study skills class, the writing tends to be easy and fun. The general disregard for professionalism may be a factor in the amusement.

[Anthropology] is perfect for my penchant for analyzing what may strike others as mundane (I have spent more than an hour, on more than one occasion, discussing grammar on the telephone) and my generally equal love of all modes of learning. The flexibility of study area and structure of professorships has ruined me for any other field. Excepting, perhaps, rock star.

...At first I felt as though I had discovered a profession that would pay me to be nosey and invasive. Alas, I was informed that if I wanted to go that route I might be better suited to psychology. However my interest was piqued.

...Linguistics and Religion won out in the long run, and are currently battling for my affection. It has been years since I have so much as glanced at another career. There was a quick fling with Marine Biology, but it meant nothing and was quickly quashed by a run in with a vengeful seaman and recalcitrant squid.

Just a few excerpts for your reading pleasure and my arrogant pride. I haven't gotten accustomed to MLA format yet, but I'm trying. It feels soo much later than it is. One AM feels more like two or two and a half AM.
Stressing over finals has never been a hobby of mine, I'm a student of the que sera sera variety, but even so- I'm exhausted!
On the plus side, the chess club has posted some rather ingenious flyers.

-- G 'Bye, Sonya --

. ( 25.4.06 ) .