So it has come, the end of my first quarter in college. Oh how time does fly. I have already had one final but it was not much, just astronomy lab. But this week is all about the big 3; Anthropology, Chemistry, and Math
Unfortunately, due to my background as an IB student, I feel that the finals aren't really going to challenge me that much, so I feel I can get away with procrastinating. Like when I try to study I can't focus on it because I look at the material and think to myself, "I know this shit. So why am I trying to read what I already know?" I'm sure this kind of thinking will get me in the end, but it's been almost trained into me thanks to IB (for those who don't know what IB is, I'll do a post about it some other time). My friend Charlie already got the punishment today after his math test, which he did study for. Here I am thinking that I've got it all figured out for my classes so I put off the studying. This is one part of my psychology I really don't like, among many other things. Here I sit on my laptop while in the other room two roommates are studying for chemistry, which is tomorrow, and I feel like I know the material. After all my last test I got one of the highest grades in the class. I should feel good about that, no? At the same time I didn't really study for that test either, I thought it was all fairly straight forward. So I agonize over not studying, but when I do try to study I can't focus. It's almost like a double edged sword and I'm about to swing it in one way or another.
I have learned about myself here in college though, and how to make it so I can study. No it's not use drugs. It's an aspect of myself I rather enjoy actually. When I move around I get into the material more. This might be one of the reasons I enjoy doing math. I do math homework on a white board to allow myself more freedom in motion. I begin to exaggerate strokes, making it more active and by doing so I activate my brain. Now I can't do that in class, so sometimes I'll talk to myself (a bad habit of mine some may claim), but it really does help me think about the problem at hand. I'm glad I'm realizing this about myself now at the start of college, otherwise I may be in for a world of hurt when it comes to the harder classes.
If this post seems to change directions frequently, well... too bad.
Unfortunately, due to my background as an IB student, I feel that the finals aren't really going to challenge me that much, so I feel I can get away with procrastinating. Like when I try to study I can't focus on it because I look at the material and think to myself, "I know this shit. So why am I trying to read what I already know?" I'm sure this kind of thinking will get me in the end, but it's been almost trained into me thanks to IB (for those who don't know what IB is, I'll do a post about it some other time). My friend Charlie already got the punishment today after his math test, which he did study for. Here I am thinking that I've got it all figured out for my classes so I put off the studying. This is one part of my psychology I really don't like, among many other things. Here I sit on my laptop while in the other room two roommates are studying for chemistry, which is tomorrow, and I feel like I know the material. After all my last test I got one of the highest grades in the class. I should feel good about that, no? At the same time I didn't really study for that test either, I thought it was all fairly straight forward. So I agonize over not studying, but when I do try to study I can't focus. It's almost like a double edged sword and I'm about to swing it in one way or another.
I have learned about myself here in college though, and how to make it so I can study. No it's not use drugs. It's an aspect of myself I rather enjoy actually. When I move around I get into the material more. This might be one of the reasons I enjoy doing math. I do math homework on a white board to allow myself more freedom in motion. I begin to exaggerate strokes, making it more active and by doing so I activate my brain. Now I can't do that in class, so sometimes I'll talk to myself (a bad habit of mine some may claim), but it really does help me think about the problem at hand. I'm glad I'm realizing this about myself now at the start of college, otherwise I may be in for a world of hurt when it comes to the harder classes. If this post seems to change directions frequently, well... too bad.
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