I'm trying not to study. That is to say, I'm studying but I'm trying to make it more like reading than studying so I won't glaze over like a donut.

This technique is not working. There are many other things I would rather be doing than reading my notes. But tonight is my last final exam for this quarter and I must do well. If I don't, I risk dropping my GPA. I am not sure how well I did on the geology exam this morning; there were at least two questions where I was absolutely blank. I will be biting my nails over that class, I'm afraid. Tonight's class is my business law class and since this is an area that interests me, one would imagine I could do well at it. And I probably could, except that the text book is so dull and dry and lifeless that I turned it in this morning at the book exchange (it only got back $10) because I have not read the book in weeks. I've been going by the handouts Mr. Clark provides each night. Right now, I'm reading and highlighting, then as I finish one chapter's notes, I start at the first chapter and read all the notes again. I'm hoping it'll accumulate.

Of course, this might have been easier had I actually read any of the notes I packed for the convention, but of course I did not. Not even on the flights; I was too engrossed in Caesar to care about how metamorphic rocks are formed or what're the pitfalls of debentures. One of the reviews on Amazon.com says Colleen McCullough's problem in this book is that she fell in love with Caesar. As I'm reading, I am too :) What a guy! Maybe he does have his faults but boy, can she bring him to life and make you wish you'd known him.