Mushy Brain

I study like a real college student... with Netflix on and while doing my nails... (Okay, so like a real girly college student). My notes vary in color because it keeps my attention, I use bright pink sticky notes because the color is annoying enough that I can't forget it, and I was able to buy a cherry coke because this picture was taken last night (Sunday) which means, I was allowed to buy something from a vending machine. Except, this was only while studying for Natural Hazards. I gave my full attention to Shakespeare.

This weekend I studied my little butt off-- for two classes. I studied for Natural Hazards, a test that I have no idea the date of because my professor is a nut, and Shakespeare, a test which officially mutilated my brain and all sense of confidence I felt walking into it. I feel like professors do that... on purpose. They tell you that if you go to lecture, take decent notes, and spend a few hours studying it should be a breeze... so being responsible, you listen. You go to lecture every day, you do the readings, you take good notes, you study everything they tell you too-- wasting the whole weekend on a test that once you get to, you realize your professor was wrong. You needed to just have a photographic memory and then you'd be fine. WHO REMEMBERS OBSCURE QUOTES??! 

Not fair. I can't even say "Well played Dr., Well played" because it didn't prove anything. If I hadn't studied for a solid 12 hours this weekend I would be like, "You were right, study more" but if 12 hours on one class isn't enough... I give up.

Thank you sir, You have killed my spirit.