o/ Quand les chèvres sont les rois de toute le monde... o/

I've been singing the title of this post a lot lately. Well, variations of it, at least. I put on my Canadian-styled, harsh, nasally accent and just sing it as I'm walking along. Sadly, I don't know the rest of the words to the song.

Today I had an examination in my microeconomics class. It was really cool, because I got to study a lot for it because I've been skipping class. But before I could study I had to finish my application for the Breakthrough teach-the-middle-schoolers-from-poor-schools thing. The deadline was 8:00 PM EST. Application submitted at 7:30. Booyah. I was sad, though, because I felt very constrained by the word limits. Like, for one of the questions, I had to explain why I wanted to do this, but I only had 200-300 words in which to do it. Forgetting what 200-300 words looked like, I went ahead and started telling this story about Max, the little Turkish-speaking Californian who could. Before I knew it, I was on about 250 words and I hadn't even gotten around to why I'm relating the story of Max. As the minutes ticked by, I resorted to drastic measures, gutting the essay for style and meaning so that I could convey as much information as possible. At the time I was upset because I would normally have done a complete rewrite in that situation, but in hindsight there was just nothing that could have been done terribly well in the small space allotted.

But yeah, I was planning to be done with that application Sunday night so that I could study for my test today and do my statistics homework. The professor said this particular homework would be really hard (and likely even more tedious), and normally such a fact would make me glad not have wasted my time on it. Unfortunately, as I learned during the last exam, he likes to take things from homework that is due the same week and pop them on said exam even if we'd never talked about that stuff in class before. Boy was I glad that the homework was so toilsome that I memorized covariance. Blegh.

We have an exam in there on Thursday. I'm stoked because I'll get to do the necessary homework for no credit. Now that's analingurrific.

The best part about studying for exams is when you're so tired that you decide to take a nap and set your alarm to wake you up in two hours but you wake up five hours later. Especially when your subconscious and conscious brains are fighting it out and you're not sure which side is winning. It was like I was in a drunken stupor, and the memories of struggling to wake up and stay warm are bathed in such haze that I can't even be sure what's real.

The brain lapses that follow such a night of sleep are also pleasant. I spaced out for five minutes without realizing it. And here I was about to say that I was surprisingly coherent and awake and that I might well have killed the economics exam.

I think I need to eat.

But before I do, I'd like to say that I admire you, Laura, for having the courage to blog about dirty deeds done dirt cheap in the parking lot.

P.S. You're supposed to wait until after I make fun of you on a world stage before you publically denounce me. Teehee.