Now I understand what it means to go to school at Stanford.
March 12th, 2007 at 2:27 am ()
(Emilyn and me studying statistics til 3 in the morning)
It means work. For some reason, I thought that the hardest part of college was going to be getting in. I’m pretty sure some people told me that too. First quarter I only took 13 units so that I could adjust to being at school, and it wasn’t too bad…so I thought that maybe they were right. But this quarter I am taking 18 units so that I can keep up an average of 15 units per quarter, and I realized that Stanford is not easy. I am getting B’s on stuff for the first time in my life. And I even (gasp, gasp, hyperventilate a little) got a C- on a math quiz. As finals approach in the week after next, (where did the quarter go, didn’t it seem like I just finished first quarter?) its getting even worse. No-one is sleeping. I am in a sleep and dreams class taught by Doctor Demente, the leading sleep scientist in the world (and the guy who discovered REM sleep and much much more) and he just keeps telling us how important sleep is. Three weeks ago we had our midterm, and as I stayed up til the wee hours of the morning reading my sleep and dreams book, I could not help but begin to laugh with sleep deprivation about the fact that I was staying awake to memorize a book that was continuously telling me that I need to go to sleep. Thankfully, Doctor Demente is awesome and gives you bonus points for the class if you fall asleep in lecture. Well, back to work now, and man I have never looked forward to spring break this much before.
-Amy
