Finishing up ism

How much can one really be expected to study?

I have no intention of answering this question. Every time I document the amount of time I spend studying, it is always dizzyingly high. Now that I am in medikel skewl, I treat each test as though it were finals week in undergrad. Now, three days before my final test, that intensity is waning. Don't get me wrong, I have already put in a few solid hours and two more half-hearted, distracted hours today. But, for all intents and purposes I am on my summer vacation... and foolishly studying in a place where they are baking cookies... en masse.

I have a hard time studying in the library, or study rooms provided. I am nearly incapable of studying at home (ironically, it is easier for me to sit in bed and study than to sit at my desk). So, I am a coffee shop studier. Which is odd because I feel that coffee is the bane of western society. Coffee, itself, is only a gateway drug which leads to espressos, lattes, latte art, frappafrostymadoos and before too long you find yourself with a nose ring, hip-hugging-skinny-jeans, listening to alternative music and staring at your fixed gear bike wondering how you, from a good family with a good life, went so wrong. And then, you write a poem and put it to a few guitar chords. That, I believe, is technically rock bottom. Consider yourself fortunate if you are reading this wearing addidas pants, an addidas windbreaker, addidas shoes, and an addidas headband while sipping an espresso wondering who won the Liverpool Chelsea match last night. You have chosen the alternate pathway, and while it may lead to social isolation, the rehab process is much easier and does not usually involve removing tattoos.

Of course, drinking tea can save you from that horrible fate (I would be remiss if I did not point out that tea drinking can lead to organic foods, yoga, steamed vegetables, and other culturally unacceptable forms of expression).

I must return to studying the brain, after all, that prefrontal cortex is not going to learn itself... or perhaps it is. I haven't gotten that far yet.