When I'm not studying, my mind is in a state of panic. I can't believe that I have so much work to do and so little time in which to do it, and the work is schoolwork, right? So it's as dry as a husk?

Then when I get to it, when I concentrate, when I make it all go away until it's just me and the ideas and the words that translate the ideas, it's okay again.

From another journal:
"I think it can be said that my lecturers have done a good job.

Now, when I see reptiles - big, small, capable of eating me alive or not - all I see are simply fascinating creatures with amazing physiological responses to their environments. I mean seriously. People should be honoured to have their legs bitten off by an animal as amazing as the crocodile.

My friends were wondering how anyone could possibly enjoy going to school, and I've got to admit, sometimes I wonder why I bother. But then I get hit with the realisation that I love what I'm learning. I really do. I mean there's courses like BIOL2005 that deserve to be roasted in the pits of hell, but other than that, I really am on the right path.

And that kinda makes me blessed."

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