I have this hunch that getting burned out after the first day of finals is a bad thing. Maybe "burned out" is not the right phrase. Try "suddenly having the attention span of an adolescent fly." You might argue and say, Janae, flies don't actually think about things. Exactly.
Everything is sort of mixing together. Studying for me is more like a process of parting the sea of random information in my brain. It's all floating in there...I can feel it sloshing back and forth every few minutes.
What I need are compartments. Little boxes for everything that I can pull out and stuff and then put them away ever so nicely. No mixing. No sloshing. :) Ah...lovely.
I guess that means I need to be more like a man.
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