Fear...but not really

Another bland comment on the life of a college student...it is lived in fear of deadlines. Deadlines for papers, tests, homework, everything. I studied for about a half hour for my MCB midterm tomorrow out of fear, but that was about all I could muster. Beyond that, I have essentialy said "fuck it." In the end, the cost-benefit analysis (studying vs. sleep) does not look good for my academic commitments.

This is a makeup midterm, anyway, which I would also like to voice my opinion on. It's a good opportunity because I can potentially raise my grade, however, it sucks because I was ready for midterms to be over last week.

I hate school. It has become tedious and boring, which it generally does when you hit the mid-October mark. Basically, it's time for a vacation. However, that vacation will not come until Veteran's Day in mid-November...far, far too late.

So, I'm sorry for all the complaining, but I feel like whining. I also need luck on my midterm tomorrow, although I almost consider it a lost cause because the man is crazy and doesn't understand how to explain simple concepts to another human being. The one thing with professors...they research much better than they teach. The reason why "academic people" can be part of the intellectual community is because they have spent many thousands of hours ALONE--researching, writing, and avoiding all contact with human life.

That's enough for now. It's almost the weekend, and I shall rejoice as of 3 PM tomorrow.