My first pause in the finals, with only one Latin final left, has allowed me to start updating my blog again. Though it must be admitted that I'm no where near that strict when it actually comes down to studying. I have been engaged in certain amounts of non-studying activities too in the past few days because, frankly, if I had to do nothing but physics and ochem and bio for four and a half days straight I may very well go insane.
Er. More insane than I currently am, anyway. Or possibly just a more harmful form of insanity. (Psychosis, any one?)
On the other hand, finals always mean that everyone else is nearing the ends of their tethers as well and mass hysteria ensues. The conversations during finals are usually funnier than the normal ones--and the word "funny" might be interpreted many, many ways in many, many context--and I swear it's not just because I'm feeling a little hysterical myself.
Kitchen-fishing music was a conversation topic that came up, following a previously set procession of dish-washing music and chicken-shredding music. Our sponge is about to die and we are still working on making our floor less crunchy and our dishes can't run away with our spoons because we haven't enough spoons to spare. Hello.
Taken out of context, it would appear we're all ready for the asylum. Taking within the context is only marginally better. We're just extremely weird then. And I can go and try to explain calculations in base-eight again.
1 comment:
You're not kidding about finals stress! I think that your unique sense of humor and way of seeing the funniness of life help defuse the stress.
My sister is "psychotic" and has mental illness. I wonder what you would think of her. In my radical mind, the "cure" is not medication but rather such everyday things as friendship, pets, and taking care of plants. Western medicine is based on reductionism, but Eastern medicine is holistic and therefore wiser.
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