Finals
'Twas the night before finals, and all through the dorm,
Not a creature was sleeping, not even a Form.
Last night was the latest I have ever stayed up studying. (It was only three o'clock. Rather pathetic I suppose.) We had a philosophy phinal (I mean final) at nine in the morning, and I didn't get really down to studying until after dinner.
By 9:30 I wanted to die.
By 10:00 I was eating animal crackers and snow and finally realizing what the ratio boni was.
By 11:00 I had finished a nice study guide and decided to blog (on Enchiridion).
By 11:30 I had headed back to my room. My roommate was asleep, having left this message: "I stole some of the fudge on your desk. It seemed to conform to the ratio boni at the time. There is a care package from Andromache (this, for hard-to-explain reasons, means my mother) on your bed to make up for the ravages done by my intellectual appetite." The postscript read, "See what finals does to one?"
By 12:00 I gatecrashed a study party. It involved doing animal imitations and throwing things at one another.
By 1:00 we were deep in conversation about our philosophy professor's views on man and woman. He would be shot for them in any public college. He was very nearly killed for them here.
By 2:00 I realized everyone else was falling asleep, so I left, with the intention of just studying a little more before going to bed.
At 2:30 I discovered Snapple in the care package. That stuff is powerful. There was no way I could go to bed after drinking it, so I sat on the floor in the hallway eating trail mix and muttering to myself about Averroes.
At 3:00 I forced myself to go to bed. I didn't want to.
At 7:00 I woke up, bright-tailed and bushy-eyed. This lasted half an hour.
At 8:00 I ate biscuits and gravy. These are disgusting when you are tired. So is iced tea with that much sugar in it.
At 9:00 I went into the final, so tired I could barely see. I think I took a slight nap during the final.
--This is the standard and most insane way of studying on this campus. And yet, somehow, I think I did all right.
Not a creature was sleeping, not even a Form.
Last night was the latest I have ever stayed up studying. (It was only three o'clock. Rather pathetic I suppose.) We had a philosophy phinal (I mean final) at nine in the morning, and I didn't get really down to studying until after dinner.
By 9:30 I wanted to die.
By 10:00 I was eating animal crackers and snow and finally realizing what the ratio boni was.
By 11:00 I had finished a nice study guide and decided to blog (on Enchiridion).
By 11:30 I had headed back to my room. My roommate was asleep, having left this message: "I stole some of the fudge on your desk. It seemed to conform to the ratio boni at the time. There is a care package from Andromache (this, for hard-to-explain reasons, means my mother) on your bed to make up for the ravages done by my intellectual appetite." The postscript read, "See what finals does to one?"
By 12:00 I gatecrashed a study party. It involved doing animal imitations and throwing things at one another.
By 1:00 we were deep in conversation about our philosophy professor's views on man and woman. He would be shot for them in any public college. He was very nearly killed for them here.
By 2:00 I realized everyone else was falling asleep, so I left, with the intention of just studying a little more before going to bed.
At 2:30 I discovered Snapple in the care package. That stuff is powerful. There was no way I could go to bed after drinking it, so I sat on the floor in the hallway eating trail mix and muttering to myself about Averroes.
At 3:00 I forced myself to go to bed. I didn't want to.
At 7:00 I woke up, bright-tailed and bushy-eyed. This lasted half an hour.
At 8:00 I ate biscuits and gravy. These are disgusting when you are tired. So is iced tea with that much sugar in it.
At 9:00 I went into the final, so tired I could barely see. I think I took a slight nap during the final.
--This is the standard and most insane way of studying on this campus. And yet, somehow, I think I did all right.
posted by Sheila at 6:58 PM
2 Comments:
Hey, the eidos isn't a creature. You should know better than that.
"Never mind him, he's under treatment for it."
Good luck on your exams. One more day for us... :-)
Isn't it? God created everything, right? So everything that's not God is a creature? Now I'm confused. I never was much of a Platonist anyway.
Is that from Greek horo (spelled rough breathing, omicron, rho, omega)? I just thought of that, but it should be related, shouldn't it?
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