Sitting, Waiting, Wishing
This pretty much sums up my study habits. Sitting; staring at my notes, textbook, or (more commonly) into outer space. Waiting; for the knowledge to flow to me (usually attempted by laying my head on the page and believing in osmosis). Wishing; for questions about football and a good mark.I wrote the mid-term for my Deviance course last night. Alas, professor Wiz didn't ask any questions about Fredericton High School's 1991 football campaign. So it was up to the wishing....
Speaking of which; some years ago someone told me that if you find an eyelash you should pick it up with your finger, close your eyes and blow it off. If it is gone when you open your eyes your wish will come true; if not you are out of luck. So while cramming before my mid-term I looked down on my page and noticed an eyelash on my notes. I picked it up with my finger, closed my eyes and blew. I opened my eyes an I saw that it was gone. I also saw that the young co-ed sitting across from me was looking at me like I was absolutely insane. Did it work? I don't know yet, I think I did fine on the exam but that's not what I wished for anyway. That's more of a one headlight wish....
Wish me luck!
Washy
posted by Vitamin S @ 12:36 p.m.
2 Comments:
We're all hoping you wished for some writing ability and some wit, maybe a smidgen of personality.
So when one is into his early thirties and taking what I believe to be a second-year sociology course, does it really have to come down to wishing upon an eye lash or hoping your prof will let you relive former glory days as an FHS football player. It's a BA; just finish it, for the love of God. It's obvious it's not an English major judging by your poor attempts at writing.
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