Wake Up Calls And why I hate them. ![]() A few pages back, I bitched about a chemistry partner that I ended up with and how I was afraid that he was going to drag me down. He was a moocher and just wanted me to do all the work. Having attempted chemistry my first semester of college, I knew that he wasn't going to succeed, but the idea that I was pegged as someone easily pushed over irked me to no end. I still feel my heart starting to beat a little faster when I think about it. This loser, however, dropped the class and I have been free of him ever since. Which is a good thing! I have had some awesome lab partners that have actually done their share of the work and I've been getting close to perfect grades- a complete turn around from where I was the first time I took the class. I remember a lot of this stuff from when I took chem in high school, which was almost six years ago. Yes, six years later I am still in school... but that is a different scrap, and also a fact that I am not ashamed of. Everyone has their own pace. ANYWAY....Since all of this knowledge that I assumed was long forgotten is coming flooding back...I'm feeling pretty confident. In the same scrap that I mentioned above, I was also ranting about how dare someone mooch off me when I'm struggling in this subject and working my ass off to understand the concepts and the math. However, I have found that I am actually doing really well. I made a 97% on my first exam, and almost all 20/20 on every lab. The quizzes are a toss up because they are pop quizzes and I just have never done well when I am surprised like that. So I have been feeling pretty good.... But that's not good. As I was doing my homework this evening, I realized that I have slacked off- a lot. I was only doing so well because I was reading the chapters and doing all the problems available for that section. Yes, some of the stuff did build off each other and I was doing well because I knew the first part, and therefore quickly caught on to the second part...but now it's building too fast and I am having trouble keeping up. More or less, I am writing this so that I can realize the full extent of where I have come from and what I have accomplished thus far. I have my second exam on monday, and while this is my only class this semester (for money reasons) I can't take it lightly. I have to put the time back into the work that I was before if I expect to do as well again on this exam. So as much as I love laying around and reading and writing all day... I have to start doing the icky stuff again. And while I am at it, I might as well wake up for class early and go for a 15-20 minute walk in the morning, considering I was also bitching about weight and stuff yesterday. I can't expect results if I don't put in any effort. I appreciate all of my friends sentiments, and the wonderful replies that they left to my scrap. Each and every one of you made me think about that topic differently while also motivating me to do better. You all said the same thing in very different ways: I can do this. I can do what I put my mind to, when and if I get around to putting my mind to it. So here goes nothing... Wake up Julie! God... Slacker. |