braindump
But wait, there’s more. I feel like writing tonight.
I have a neuroscience exam tomorrow, and a religion quiz, and a math quiz. Ugh. I’m not prepared for math, I never am. But I always get a 100 on the quiz. I feel bad, because it’s giving me a false sense of achievement and I’ll get owned on the final. I really hate classes. I love learning new things, and I love (most of) the content of the classes, but I hate all the administration and tests and notes and stuff. I hate the competitive atmosphere most of all… it’s hard to know it until you take a biology or compsci class. I wish we could just go learn and enjoy it. Every class should be an open colloquium.
My class schedule for next semester is a beautiful work of art. I only have about four hours of class a day, except for Thursdays, which are marathons. But it’s way better than this semester.
What’s a bunch of smart people, bound together by a self-reinforcing delusion of legitimacy and importance? KSCR. Just a thought.
Everytime I’m there, someone asks me to do something for them or help them out with something. Lately I’ve just started saying no, because I simply don’t have time for new projects. I’ve got things balanced pretty well now, don’t need to be screwing with that. So somebody tries to add a few kilos to my triple-beam life, and I tell them no, and they think I’m an asshole or that I’m playing favorites or something. I think that nobody understands the actual amount of hard work that goes into all the things I do at the station. I guess that’s a self-centered thing to say. Maybe I should interpret it as a compliment that I make the things I do look easy.
I’m not really sure why I still work at KSCR.
Well, I guess I know why, now that I think about it. Huh. #
