Back On The Air


My wife and I were back on the air tonight for the first time since the second Saturday of September. I’ve done shows off and on during that time, but for whatever reasons, be they plans for the day, dental work, being preempted for a Halloween event, being on vacation, being sick, or what have you, we just haven’t been able to be on the air on Saturday nights for a while.

We did a stompy show tonight – that means industrial and Goth music made up our playlist – and it was well-received. I missed being able to be goofy on the air. (My Thursday shows are pretty straight-laced and straightforward, without much room to be creative.) Next week we should be on the air again, and that will be Cards Against Humanity, a game we play with our listeners through an online emulator every first Saturday of the month.

Otherwise, the day was pretty low-key. There were naps, there was gaming, there were chores. Tomorrow will be a day of studying in preparation for my biology midterm on Monday night.

Stress? What Stress?


Today was my first full day back since vacation, and it was back to the usual grind. The morning’s algebra class went well, and I got to see my friend on the way out, as usual (but not for long, her class ends in a week). I went home to knock out my dailies in Secret World Legends and got a little distracted afterwards, but then got busy on cramming for my biology quiz tonight.

My study partner for biology is amazing. She takes impeccable notes in real-time with Google Docs and even adds diagrams where necessary, and she catches some things that I miss with my chicken scratch. (I have quite neat handwriting, but if I’m in a hurry, the careful practice that I put into a calligraphic-like hand goes out the window into something barely legible even to me.) Since it’s a shared document, we were both in it at the same time and after some conversation agreed to meet before class to get some last-minute studying in. She got delayed by an accident on her way to campus and so didn’t arrive until just a few minutes before class started. We tried to study, but there wasn’t much time.

Turns out, it wasn’t that big of a deal. Our instructor postponed the quiz until Monday, and so the evening was all lecture, which I took notes on the best I could. My partner was editing the Google Doc as she went, and we traded snark back and forth as our instructor went off onto wild tangents from time to time. Somewhere in there, we agreed to head to the local Starbucks after class to catch up on our studying, and that’s what we did.

There were so many students failing anatomy and physiology I that the college instituted an entrance exam for the course. The biology class that I’m in exists solely to prepare the student to take that exam. As a result, our class objectives pretty much mirror the objectives of the exam, and so rather than study more recent material in preparation for Monday’s quiz, we started working on plugging the answers into that objective list, since at the end of the day that’s really what we need to know coming out of this class. We worked together to find answers to bullet points while my partner did most of the data entry and generally had a good time sucking down coffee and studying.

So that adds a wrinkle to my plans between now and Monday night. Tomorrow is the deadline to take my first algebra test, and so I’m going to spend the morning studying before heading to my therapist’s appointment in the afternoon, then picking up my wife from work and heading home to program my radio show. Friday will be spent working on the first algebra homework assignment which is due Monday. Saturday I have an SCA event that I’ll be at pretty much all day, although I’m going to bring my books along in case I can sneak away and get some schoolwork done. Sunday will be spent finishing up the algebra homework and studying in earnest for the biology quiz, and then Monday everything’s due, and things should be returning back to the usual levels of panic and stress in my life.

School Daze


Today has been almost non-stop classes and homework and studying. I woke up at around 5:00 am, did my vitals, took my meds, and made my coffee, then went into the spare bedroom to start in on studying for a biology quiz scheduled for my evening class, and kept that up until about 6:30, when I got ready to drive my wife to work. I got back home about 7:30 and decided that sleep was more important than studying, so I took a half-hour nap before getting my things together for my morning algebra class.

I got there about 25 minutes early this time and, sure enough, the rude girl was in my class watching her show loudly. Well, I say watching. She was getting as frustrated with it as I was, because her stream would drop every few seconds. Instead of taking this as a sign that she should give up, she kept right on watching until class started. I should have said something, I said I was going to, but I honestly didn’t think it was worth my time, so I let her continue.

Algebra class began with our first take-home quizzes being handed back to us. I felt somewhat confident with this quiz, so I wasn’t terribly surprised to learn I’d scored a 92. The two mistakes that I made were both careless math, and I saw immediately what I’d done wrong. We then started into what amounted to a ton of note taking on my part through a lecture and example problems. The class was interrupted by the college emergency alert system doing a scheduled test, during which I checked my phone and found the text message I’d signed up to receive during emergencies, followed a few minutes later by an email testing that aspect of the system. Good to know that it’s in place in case, God forbid, it’s ever needed.

I headed home and started back in on the biology studying, and even rescheduled my usual therapy appointment for Thursday to give me more time to study. I left at about 3:40 to go pick my wife up from work, came home, and went right back to studying until it was time to pack things up and head to class.

The drive was rough, not because of traffic, but because I was very concerned about this quiz. I didn’t feel I had studied enough for it, and I think part of my concern was based around my first quiz in that class, where I was expecting a multiple choice quiz and instead got one asking for short answers. The unknown was making me nervous, but I figured that I’d do the best that I could and, if I did badly enough, the lowest quiz score would be dropped. I got to class and struck up a conversation with the girl that sits next to me about how neither one of us was really ready for this quiz.

The instructor came in a little early and immediately set everyone at ease – the quiz had been postponed until Monday. I was given a reprieve! I sat through the lecture, carefully taking extensive notes.

When I got home, I’d decided that I’d had enough studying for one day, so I started being social online and eventually got into a voice call with my wife and a new friend of ours.

And that was my day. How was yours?

Not the Best Start


Tonight was my first biology quiz. I studied well, I thought, and went into class thinking I was more or less prepared. Turns out I was not.

In the end, I missed three of ten, and got a bonus question correct, so odds are that will convert over to an 80. There are going to be quizzes every week, so there’s a good possibility that future performance will gloss over this bump in the road.

I was thrown by the format of the quiz. I went in expecting multiple choice, and it was all short answers. I keep telling myself that at least now I know for next time, so I’ll need to change up what I’m studying as well as how I’m studying it.

I am utterly exhausted right now and want nothing more than to go to sleep, but I’ve got about 45 minutes before I can close things down and call it a night. I’m living the high life, wanting to head for bed at around 9:00. If you see me with a lampshade on my head dancing the watusi past your front window, just pat me on the noggin and point me in the direction of home.

Part of me wants to go ahead and study tonight, but I know that I’m too tired for anything to stick, so I’m erring on the side of caution and starting fresh in the morning.

Maybe I can get to bed a little early tonight. I hope so.