in order to study well, one has to have an adequate amount of interest.
i have a fairly sufficient possession of interest in what i study, though i'd give anything to have at least half-of-half of a nerd's share.
the nerd has it all: interest, determination, and zero social life [though i have to agree that the last one we both have].
plus, of course, a nerd has an above average level of intellect, enabling him to process all the shi--sorry--i mean, STUFF he picks up.
AND so, i just had to say this: STUDYING IS VERY, VERY, VERY DIFFICULT --BUT IT BRINGS ME THE TREASURES THAT I KEEP CLOSEST TO MY HEART. *nice*
*excuse me, for i have to vomit all my stomach's contents, plus my heart..* Xb
Going back to reality...
yes, now i am trying harder to study. and of course, i get through to doing the studying.
physiology graphs kill me, and all the logic pours acid onto my gut.
anatomy, well, takes me for a ride and i feel like i'll end up on a gurney everytime.
psychology leaves me clueless. i feel raped, [don't we all]? plus, the prof is someone very annoying. see below:
PROBLEM: test papers run out, leaving six or so students with no test papers to answer.
SOLUTION: perfect scores for the students who didn't get papers.
RATIONALE [roughly what the prof said, or implied]: i am the teacher, i rule you all.
RETORT [by the utterly astonished crowd of students]: unfair! [of course]
DEFENSE: *same as Defense
RETORT: it's not you who makes the grade, but the students.
DEFENSE: your grades are not affected by their perfect scores. more importantly, i rule you all!
RETORT: but we all studied for this test! why not just make them another test?
DEFENSE: just think of it this way, not all of us are born good-looking, and you couldn't do anything about it, right? it's just like failing a test.
RETORT: FIRST, beauty is subjective; grades on the other hand, are objective. SECOND, to be born pretty is dictated by luck, which is a friggin' galaxy away from studying hard.
DEFENSE: hate me as you like; bear the greatest grudge; anyway, don't be hating the students i've given perfect scores to. they've no fault.
RETORT: duh. really, DUH. good thing, though, that you expect only hate from us. we'd be giving you a really big serving. anyway, we're surely mature enough to to put blame on any of those students.
**PACIFISTS GET UP FRONT, THE NOISY DON'T LET UP, UPROARIOUS ANGER ENSUES EVEN MORE**
then, when we all realize that we all can't do or say anything to bend his darned-awful judgment.
and that's how psychology made less sense to me.
back then, it stirs up so much interest in me. classifying people, learning more, understanding further the people around me, brought me much gusto. that was then.
oh well, that part ended ugly.
don't tell that i wrote about him.
he's really, really unreasonable.