A couple of weeks ago Midterms began here at Chapman University. At roughly the exact same time, as if on cue, I got the flu.
Now some of you may be calling me an idiot for not getting a flu shot, well the joke is on you. I got one of those silly vaccinations. Apparently the flu shot is only 60% effective. That’s a D! Which, due to my illness, is the grade I will be getting on most of my midterms. (That is a joke. I actually have done pretty dang well on my midterms so far by working my butt off.)
Anyway, I have managed to keep this cold going pretty well because apparently all of my teachers got together and mapped out the midterms so they fall one right after the other. This combined with other film related obligations means that I have had either some huge test to study for or some crazy film assignment to produce ALL THE TIME!
I have been pretty much blowing my brains out of my nose for about three weeks now with varying levels of intensity. Let me point out the obvious real quick as well… when you are sick, the last thing you want to be doing is studying the effects of classical conditioning on comprehensive learning for you Psych 101 class. You want to curl up watching some random netflix instant pick because that sort of mind-numbing relaxation is about as much as your germed out mind can really handle. I barely have the strength to get my 100 lb frame out of my lofted bed, let alone the strength to bike ten minutes across campus to take a test on “why do we care about the use of Dutch Angles in post-classical film”. To be honest, at this point, I don’t care. I just want to be well again.
In order to get well, I will be needing these 8 things:
- Another bottle of NyQuil because I finished mine, and drugs are expensive
- Chicken Noodle Soup
- My teddy bear, Philbin
- An in house attendant to get me things that I can’t immediately reach from my loft bed. (Because my roommates have officially given up on me)
- 10 hours of uninterrupted rest
- People to stop knocking on my door asking to borrow nail clippers, my copy of PostModern Theory, my backpack, etc…
- A Hulu Plus Subscription
- My Mother
Since the early part of my semester (see https://filmlyle.wordpress.com/2013/09/20/how-to-not-drown/) I have done a reasonably swell job of keeping on top of my school work.
A have now fallen far enough behind to be epically chasing the deadline, up until all hours getting whatever is due done right under the wire. Cramming every night and sleeping whenever I can.
I was also wildly misguided in thinking that I would only have one midterm in every class. Apparently my psych teacher is having a fun psych experiment in which he hypothesizes that his students will never ask him why we have already had two midterms.
My favorite things are the classes that not only give you a test, but also a assign a six page paper. A six page paper that is due the same day as the test.
My Dad has this saying that he used to say to me when I has stressing out. This is a phrase he coined when he was in college. I won’t tell you where he went but it rhymes with Shmanford. Anyway the phrase is…
You never catch up, the quarter just ends.
God I wish I was on the quarter system cause I got quite a trek until the end of the semester.
Whew. Okay, all done with the rant on midterms. Thank you for letting me indulge in this therapeutic blog post, it was essential.
This post wasn’t very film-y. Well next weekend I’ll be on set on location. So that should lead to some fun posts to look forward to.