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Saturday, March 04, 2006  
Prison Break
It is human nature, I think, to always look to the future, to something better, when the present is displeasing to them. Some may look to the past if the future looks bleak but that's another story. It's also human nature to overdramatize matters which, in the long run, aren't important. Such is the case this past week when my life was surrendered to the collegiate evil known as midterms. During the first round of midterms a month ago, I pretty much dropped the ball (pardon the sports reference but it's March Maddness!!) and would have to make it up during the second round this past week and praise the gods that we're allowed to drop the lowest midterm score. Anyway, the purpose of this post isn't to complain at how hard a test was or how the quarter system is unfair (which it is). Instead, I'll delve into my psyche this past week and how my mindset relates to humanity itself.... bold? Yes. Over-zealous? Yes. Pointless? Yes.

My week was bookended by two big midterms: a physics one on Monday and a biology one, of the molecular persuasion, on Friday. So basically the days in between were pretty much shot. I taped all my regular shows, which if you know me is a lot of shows, I put my Netflix movies on hold, I didn't read books that I actually wanted to read, I didn't update this blog AND in addition to my shows I had to tape the biggest basketball game of the season, UCLA vs. Cal (Go Bruins). The point is, I had no life. I was imprisoned, as a result of my own slip-ups yes, but it was a prison nonetheless. Now you may say I'm guilty of over-dramatizing the situation, like I described above, which I am. But my mentality during that entire week was so like a prisoner that the classification is indisputable. After my physics midterm on Monday, I began to crack down on the material for biology. On Tuesday, I decided I would have to tape my shows for that night (Scrubs and The Shield) in order to have a productive night. By Wednesday, I realized I was running out of time so my plan to JUST watch Lost that night was foiled. Thursday came around and I knew Friday evening was creeping upon me so I had to tape the basketball game, and as a result avoid learning of the result all Friday which is a task by itself. At around 10:30 pm, my eyes sort of glazed away from the 6 point font of the bio book and just looked at the ceiling. I began to think what I would do when I was done with this midterm. What was happening in the outside world? I had shut off the TV for so long and hadn't spent a lot of time on the internet... maybe something happened. I haven't updated my blog in a while... have people forgotten about it? How long have those Netflix movies been sitting there? Who won the game tonight? Did they finally figure out what the hell is going on on the island on Lost? (Of course not, but the one day I didn't watch it "live" may have been the big reveal) As my eyes gazed back down to the task at hand, I began to question whether the time when I would be free of this misery would ever come.

Eighteen hours later it did come. After a good night's sleep of nine hours (as a result of ditching morning lecture) and having about 4 hours of cramming time (as a result of ditching afternoon lecture) I was as pumped for the damn test as a downhill skier is at the top of the hill (I'm so over the Olympics but one last reference should suffice). As I was walking to the exam room (THE darkest room on campus), I found myself walking parallel to a campus tour. The tour leader was talking about how South Campus students (those of the mostly pre-med clique) don't get out much compared to the rest of the students on campus. Just as she was saying this, I passed by her, hunched over, clutching my molecular biology textbook crammed with notes. She sees me and my pathetic book and says, "He doesn't like what I'm saying right now." I replied, smiling, "It's sad but it's true." Even though I don't consider myself a pre-med any longer, despite what my mom thinks, I'm still a science major and as such I have to work slightly harder to get through these classes than others might. And while it's nice when I get the pretty grade ( I hope, I hope, I hope) at the end of the quarter, I'm a prisoner in the time between. Once I'm rid of the prep courses for my major (next quarter, THANK THE GODS), maybe I can "get out more" since I'll be taking courses that might require a lot of studying but aren't as torturous as molecular biology.

In the meantime, I'll be watching the 6+ hours of shows that I've taped, I'll hopefully watch these movies I've rented, I'll play at a few games with the band, I might get out to a movie or something with some friends and I'll update this blog a few more times.... because in two weeks, the pleasure we call finals week is upon us and I'll be incarcerated once again.
11:16 PM
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