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In the belly of the beast

Permalink 12/19/07 at 11:28:17 am, by Ed, 193 words   English (US)
Categories: School

Here I am, mid-finals-week, and staring at a computer screen, wondering why I'm not studying for the only final I've ever actually worried about, with the study materials sitting in front of me under the keyboard. It's not that I'm lazy, I'm just unmotivated to do well. It's history of theater. Come on! Who cares who the best and last Restoration Playwright was? (It was William Congreve). And honestly, do we care about "a natural actress in Voltaire's troupe"? That's all they know about Adrienne Lecouvreur! Even history people don't care about nobodies. I simply don't understand the need for a Theater Minor to take a History of Theater class that's this in-depth.

On a lighter note, after this final, I only have UI Design and Operating Systems, neither of which I really worry about. I honestly don't care how I do on those, since I know I'm going to do just fine in those classes.

I sold most of my books back today for $176, and more are to come tomorrow after my open-book final in UI Design. We shall see, then, who is the richer for it... Probably, it will be me.

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