Last term was a mess toward the end, because I reached the point where I was having to cram over the weekend in order to get all my homework done on time. That led to me being unable to do homework for a couple of days at the beginning of the week -- and ending up cramming things into the weekend again. Trying to shove information into my brain when my brain says it's full is like having a head full of bees.
My head is already full of bees. I've pushed to the end of my ability every. single. night. this week. And I still have a ton of work to do before Sunday night -- I need to finish taking notes for one chapter and do the homework there, then read and take notes for a second chapter, do that chapter's homework, and that chapter's quiz.
Tonight, I had to pull the shower trick. (Bees don't like showers.) I'll try exercise tomorrow (move faster than the bees, outside, where they're easily distracted). If I'm lucky, I'll be far enough along by tomorrow afternoon to take tomorrow night off. (Bees get bored easily and wander off while I have fun.) Then I can finish up on Sunday, hopefully without attracting more bees.
... mmm, honey. I bought some raw buckwheat honey a while back. It's crystallized and dark and sooooo good. I can't eat much at once, but in tiny spoonfuls it is heaven.
In related news, my partners are awesome! They let me chatter at them about amortization of bond premiums and discounts. That was the discussion topic for one of my classes this week, and I was trying to figure out how to make a discussion out of it instead of a factual essay. While having bees in my head, so getting the words out wasn't happening without an audience.This entry was originally posted at http://teaotter.dreamwidth.org/157506.html. Feel free to comment here or there.