Just one more month to go ... and then I'm spent
Joke's on Me
Shannon Kuhfuss
Issue date: 5/5/09 Section: Opinion
We're almost there! The light at the end of the tunnel is shining brightly and becoming significantly larger by the minute. The school year is coming to an end.
It's not quite over yet however, and some seem to forget that. We have an entire month left to either make or break our averages and believe me, that is enough time to do either.
I found myself glancing at the syllabi for my classes last week because I was so excited that May was right around the corner.
I noticed that even though the weather may start to get warmer and give off the summer vibe, there is still much to do before we're cut loose.
The majority of the points in my classes are going to be earned, or lost, in this last month of school. I could easily be bitter with my teachers for torturing me with assignments that could have been due months ago, but in a way I thank them.
It is so easy for me to fall into the swing of summer and I always find myself letting school slide in the last month or so of classes.
Being born in July, I like to blame it on the fact that I'm just a summer baby and it's in my nature. How can I go against my nature like that?
Well that's not a legitimate excuse that my instructors are willing to take. This semester more than ever they seem determined to keep me cramming my brain full until the remaining seconds of class.
It's as if the higher-powers-that-be notified my instructors at the beginning of the semester; "See that blonde in the back with that constant 'I know something you don't know' look? Yeah, make sure you slam her with work in the last few weeks of school."
I'm also being called on to participate more towards the end of the semester. I'm usually one to hang out and take notes during class, but the instructors weren't having that either. I tend to get called on for things that don't really have to do with the material in class.
For instance, in my psychology class we had recently been discussing sleep patterns. When it came time to talk about how much sleep different animals needed, cow-tipping was introduced to the class by my instructor.
It's not quite over yet however, and some seem to forget that. We have an entire month left to either make or break our averages and believe me, that is enough time to do either.
I found myself glancing at the syllabi for my classes last week because I was so excited that May was right around the corner.
I noticed that even though the weather may start to get warmer and give off the summer vibe, there is still much to do before we're cut loose.
The majority of the points in my classes are going to be earned, or lost, in this last month of school. I could easily be bitter with my teachers for torturing me with assignments that could have been due months ago, but in a way I thank them.
It is so easy for me to fall into the swing of summer and I always find myself letting school slide in the last month or so of classes.
Being born in July, I like to blame it on the fact that I'm just a summer baby and it's in my nature. How can I go against my nature like that?
Well that's not a legitimate excuse that my instructors are willing to take. This semester more than ever they seem determined to keep me cramming my brain full until the remaining seconds of class.
It's as if the higher-powers-that-be notified my instructors at the beginning of the semester; "See that blonde in the back with that constant 'I know something you don't know' look? Yeah, make sure you slam her with work in the last few weeks of school."
I'm also being called on to participate more towards the end of the semester. I'm usually one to hang out and take notes during class, but the instructors weren't having that either. I tend to get called on for things that don't really have to do with the material in class.
For instance, in my psychology class we had recently been discussing sleep patterns. When it came time to talk about how much sleep different animals needed, cow-tipping was introduced to the class by my instructor.
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