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Mmmmkay. Well, the poll idea was, once again, a bust. Silly poll idea.
So this week was insanely long... It seems like my weeks just keep getting longer and longer. Was it this week that I contaminated the cell cultures? Was it this week that I slept through my alarm again? Was it only this week that I got my physics test back--with a big fat 70 scrawled on the top?
Yes. It was.
As far as the physics test goes, I was able to get two more points out of the professor, who also told me, "For your first physics test ever, this is very, very good." I wanted to shoot him. I wanted to say, "I'm the girl who got 92s on organic chemistry midterms. A 72 in physics is not acceptable!" Instead I said, "Thank you." And I left.
I've decided that yes, I was right, I do like myself (no, this isn't an egotistical paragraph, this is just a restatement of something I discovered a few months ago--which, personally, I think everyone should discover, but I'm going to avoid my soapbox for now), but I really, really hate that I'm lazy. I think the thing I hate about myself most is that I'm lazy. I HATE it. I get into the mindset that things don't matter or don't have to be done immediately--and six hours, six days, six months later I regret it horribly. I HATE that about myself. I don't really know what to do about it. I'm afraid that if I stop letting myself put things off, I'll never, ever, ever stop working. I'm already afraid that I'm going to take on too much too quickly and completely and horribly overwhelm myself... But I need to do something about the laziness, and I don't know what.
Anyway.
Thursday Ann and I had our kayaking class in the pool, where we learned how to flip over and then rescue ourselves or each other. That was awesome. Today we went out into the bay and paddled from the harbor to the wharf, and then we did the rescues again (so now we'll be certified to go out in kayaks by ourselves! yay! well, we have to go out again with this class one more time, next weekend). It wasn't too cold, but there was a red tide, which was kind of... gross. A red tide, apparently, is a thing that happens when bacteria runs into the ocean, and lots of little tiny ocean critters grow on it, or in it, or eat it, or something. It was difficult to hear what the instructor was saying. At any rate, it's got something to do with bacteria, and it makes the water red. Yes. The ocean was red. And I went into it.
I am contaminated.
So this week was insanely long... It seems like my weeks just keep getting longer and longer. Was it this week that I contaminated the cell cultures? Was it this week that I slept through my alarm again? Was it only this week that I got my physics test back--with a big fat 70 scrawled on the top?
Yes. It was.
As far as the physics test goes, I was able to get two more points out of the professor, who also told me, "For your first physics test ever, this is very, very good." I wanted to shoot him. I wanted to say, "I'm the girl who got 92s on organic chemistry midterms. A 72 in physics is not acceptable!" Instead I said, "Thank you." And I left.
I've decided that yes, I was right, I do like myself (no, this isn't an egotistical paragraph, this is just a restatement of something I discovered a few months ago--which, personally, I think everyone should discover, but I'm going to avoid my soapbox for now), but I really, really hate that I'm lazy. I think the thing I hate about myself most is that I'm lazy. I HATE it. I get into the mindset that things don't matter or don't have to be done immediately--and six hours, six days, six months later I regret it horribly. I HATE that about myself. I don't really know what to do about it. I'm afraid that if I stop letting myself put things off, I'll never, ever, ever stop working. I'm already afraid that I'm going to take on too much too quickly and completely and horribly overwhelm myself... But I need to do something about the laziness, and I don't know what.
Anyway.
Thursday Ann and I had our kayaking class in the pool, where we learned how to flip over and then rescue ourselves or each other. That was awesome. Today we went out into the bay and paddled from the harbor to the wharf, and then we did the rescues again (so now we'll be certified to go out in kayaks by ourselves! yay! well, we have to go out again with this class one more time, next weekend). It wasn't too cold, but there was a red tide, which was kind of... gross. A red tide, apparently, is a thing that happens when bacteria runs into the ocean, and lots of little tiny ocean critters grow on it, or in it, or eat it, or something. It was difficult to hear what the instructor was saying. At any rate, it's got something to do with bacteria, and it makes the water red. Yes. The ocean was red. And I went into it.
I am contaminated.
