Here, in the finest tradition of bloggers droning on endlessly on the
content of their days, is what happened.
1. I went to bed at 1-am last night, for, near as I can tell, no good
reason. I did some studying for a test I had today, and I got some
reading done, and did some note taking and what not. My sleep schedule
has been a bit wierd of late, so this isn’t a huge deal.
2. I woke up at 7:20-ish, but it was mid-sleep cycle so I was groggy
and weird, which is never fun. Note to self, maybe earplugs can help
prevent such oddities. If I can hit the sleep cycles just right, I can
wake up without much pain. Feh.
3. I got out of bed and chugged a cup of tea at about 7:45, with the
intention of leaving the house at 8:20 for an 8:40 breakfast.
4. At 8:05 I became seriously nauseated. It was clearly the fact that I
chugged the tea (there was no dairy in the tea), but I couldn’t fathom
eating breakfast. I knew that it would pass, and that it was probably a
blood-sugar/hydration issue, but anyway. I trudged off to class/test at
8:47.
5. 9:02, taking my illness as an excuse, I rode the elevator to my
class on the 4th floor of the science building with two of my
classmates. The test hadn’t started. I felt reasonably prepared. The
professor offered to push the test back a while to let us cram, but
given that the test was over neural-memory systems and what not, I
thought this was a bad idea, as I was rehearsing what I knew about LTP.
6. I finished the test at 9:40, and I think I did pretty well. All I
really need to do on this, and the next test, is get better than a 76 on
this and the next test, and I should end up with something resembling an
A- in the class. And I think I do that well. (It’s crazy. I do well
enough on the papers and other parts of the grade which total to like
68% percent of the grade, that the fact that I consistently score in the
76 range on the tests, means that I’m in good shape). The professor had
brownie-cookies in class which helped with the blood-sugar issue, and I
had some water when I got to the class room which helped with hydration,
and by the time I got into the test I was fine.
7. I had a instant message conversation with my father, which was
vaguely surreal (Hi dad), while I waited for one of my TAe-es, or to
talk the professor. Ultimately I met with the prof about my project for
that class that’s going to avoid designing some sort of incredibly
complex study to explore affilivive responses to identity and
autobiogrpahical representations. It’s basically one of the things that
I’m really interested in, with skin conductance tacked on for good
measure, but I’m excited. If I can ever have enough of my brain cells
free at one time to sketch it all out.
8. I had a meeting with another one of my TAe-es at 11. It was awkward
and I took way too long to read the paper, but I think I was helpful
enough
9. I ate lunch with a friend at 12. It was nice to finally eat and
relax.
10. I met with the first TAe at 2. I hung out in the class room and
surfed teh internets, from about 1 until the TAe got there. Durring this
time I got caught up on the news reader, and began organizing some
thoughts for the paper I’ve been writing today.
11. At 3 I was so exhausted that I went back to my room and promptly
fell asleep. I had 1 cup of tea (well two, I guess if you count the cold
one I had that morning) at this point, which is at least 2 less than
I’m used to and, this time for completely different reasons, I once
again doubted my ability to walk across campus.
12. I woke up at 5:20, pulled myself together, did a little bit of
reading and then went to dinner at about 6, and had pasta and noodles,
that were of passable quality, and then went back to my room and worked
until the roommate came home 9. We talked and puttered about for about
half an hour before going to the campus coffee house to do the nights
work.
13. Here’s where I am now. I’m still working on the blasted paper,
it’s coming along, and having reached the present. I think this post is
finished.
Cheers!