Alright school, you win.

Every semester I sign up for my classes and imagine what they will be like. I picture myself going to lectures, making friends, participating in discussions and group study and most of all, getting straight A's. I think every student does the same thing. At least I hope they do or I just admitted that I am very, very lame.

Despite my attempts to conserve paper wherever possible, I get really excited about each new semester when I get to buy a new notebook, even if the last one isn't even half full, and all sorts of folders and organizational tools. Here's the thing about me that few people know. I love getting organized. I absolutely love it. I don't however, love staying organized. I'm terrible at that. So about two weeks into each semester, I lose that drive. Now I'm gonna try and blame it on the fact that my classes start at 7:30 in the morning and I have to cram in two classes and be to work by 10. My second class of each "school day" is called A History of Rock n' Roll. At the beginning of the semester I had to buy a $70 book. Now, keep in mind, I have actually taken this class before. Two years ago I was registered for four classes when I decided I was too cool for school. Well now I am paying for it by having to actually pay for the class again to replace the obvious F that I got in the class.

Because I had already taken the class, I knew how it worked. The $70 book is actually a compilation of the professors notes for the entire semester. In perfect, organized, outlined order. After a few weeks of going to the class, and falling asleep each and every time, I made a discovery. I'm a college student, therefore, I'm an intellectual. That's how it works, right? Sure. Well this intellectual realized that after yoga, I could just go home and skip my history class and read the notes when I get home. Great plan! In theory. I didn't read the notes. So two weeks before the test, I go through the review sheets. I figure, take a few days to get the review sheets filled out, then I have a week to make sure I have them memorized. Again, great back up plan. In theory. Well it took me a little longer to get the review sheets filled. Then a little longer to get around to memorizing them.

So here I am, night before the test and still one more chapter to memorize. I've filled my head with two full chapters of music history and my brain honestly can't do it anymore. Why do I know the 5 musical influences of the Sex Pistols? Why do I know the foundation of commercial failure or success of the proto-punk bands of the 1970's? Who cares. All I can say is I can't do it anymore. There's no more room. I think the stylistic elements of Bob Marley have actually started pushing precious childhood memories out of my brain.

So I'm going to go to bed now. And wake up early enough to finish memorizing the last chapter before heading to campus. It's a flawless plan. In theory.