i loved you first
May. 8th, 2006 11:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolToday I have, apparently, revised.
I sailed through two topics ("English Politics and Society in the Long Eighteenth Century" and "The Birth of a Consumer Society") with comparative ease. I need to do three more of these, (nicking the primary and secondary sources one one thing from the course readers) and then scan through the rest of my lecture notes. Why is everyone else working so much more than me?
Sometimes, I worry that I am secretly a genius and haven't noticed. I mean, my marks aren't stellar, but they are really rather good. They are very good when I do actually, y'know, work for them. I really don't work all that much, though. I turn up to quite a few lectures - most, in fact - and I do the required reading but no more, I prepare for tutorials but no overtly, I sometimes do a wee bit of extra reading on the internet, but honestly, I don't work that hard. I could, if I put my nose to the grindstone, revise the entire course and remember it for the exam in two days. I did it overnight for MO1005 and still came out with a fairly solid mark of 14.9 overall for the entire course.
I mean, my marks aren't wonderful, and I do have to work to get over a 15, but apparently that's not normal. And I see my housemates genuinely panicking over work, and working full days for revision, and, well, eh? It's not like I've doomed myself to a 5 or anything; I've just done all the work I need to do and don't see the point of working myself into the ground because this is first year. There's not that much to do to get a nice comfy mark.
Of course, I will now fail and be proved horribly wrong, but I'm doing the work. I should, if I wanted a nice shiny 18 or something, go and do all the additional reading from the library, but I don't see the need, because I will do well anyway.
I mean, I'm not that bright. I think that 2x2 makes a different answer to 2+2, ferchrissakes. So... eh?
I am confused by this. And also glad I didn't bother applying to Oxford, because if I did, I think that I would have died already, because I'm so damned lazy and/or arrogant, apparently. I am also, it seems, naturally designed to panic at the last minute, because my work is a hell of a lot better for it. The last batch of essays I wrote in two weeks for all three got me a 17 and two 16s, so...
Anyway. I have revised my two topics for today, and I have also learned my lines for Wyrd Sisters. I am Sargeant, Peasant, Prologue and Guard and Understudy For Entirety Of Female And Possibly Also Male Cast. Busy, busy. I have to get up at 8.30am tomorrow. Oh, the things I do for Art.
Also I have booked a train ticket to Cambridge for the 6th June. 29 days! (Also it is much cheaper. Yay!)
I am completely knackered. I've been away for less than twelve hours. I know I'm sleeping so much because my body must need it (I'm good at listening to it like that) but it's weird.
~Hathy_Col~
I sailed through two topics ("English Politics and Society in the Long Eighteenth Century" and "The Birth of a Consumer Society") with comparative ease. I need to do three more of these, (nicking the primary and secondary sources one one thing from the course readers) and then scan through the rest of my lecture notes. Why is everyone else working so much more than me?
Sometimes, I worry that I am secretly a genius and haven't noticed. I mean, my marks aren't stellar, but they are really rather good. They are very good when I do actually, y'know, work for them. I really don't work all that much, though. I turn up to quite a few lectures - most, in fact - and I do the required reading but no more, I prepare for tutorials but no overtly, I sometimes do a wee bit of extra reading on the internet, but honestly, I don't work that hard. I could, if I put my nose to the grindstone, revise the entire course and remember it for the exam in two days. I did it overnight for MO1005 and still came out with a fairly solid mark of 14.9 overall for the entire course.
I mean, my marks aren't wonderful, and I do have to work to get over a 15, but apparently that's not normal. And I see my housemates genuinely panicking over work, and working full days for revision, and, well, eh? It's not like I've doomed myself to a 5 or anything; I've just done all the work I need to do and don't see the point of working myself into the ground because this is first year. There's not that much to do to get a nice comfy mark.
Of course, I will now fail and be proved horribly wrong, but I'm doing the work. I should, if I wanted a nice shiny 18 or something, go and do all the additional reading from the library, but I don't see the need, because I will do well anyway.
I mean, I'm not that bright. I think that 2x2 makes a different answer to 2+2, ferchrissakes. So... eh?
I am confused by this. And also glad I didn't bother applying to Oxford, because if I did, I think that I would have died already, because I'm so damned lazy and/or arrogant, apparently. I am also, it seems, naturally designed to panic at the last minute, because my work is a hell of a lot better for it. The last batch of essays I wrote in two weeks for all three got me a 17 and two 16s, so...
Anyway. I have revised my two topics for today, and I have also learned my lines for Wyrd Sisters. I am Sargeant, Peasant, Prologue and Guard and Understudy For Entirety Of Female And Possibly Also Male Cast. Busy, busy. I have to get up at 8.30am tomorrow. Oh, the things I do for Art.
Also I have booked a train ticket to Cambridge for the 6th June. 29 days! (Also it is much cheaper. Yay!)
I am completely knackered. I've been away for less than twelve hours. I know I'm sleeping so much because my body must need it (I'm good at listening to it like that) but it's weird.
~Hathy_Col~
