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Mar. 8th, 2005 01:06 pmOn the bus from guitar yesterday I sat down next to a smoker by accident. There were no less than fifteen small tan machines of death piled up by his feet, and another in his mouth. I sat down before noticing this, and was immediately engulfed in a cloud of nicotine. My throat chose that moment to remind me that it was still sore from the oxygen tube they use in the operating thatre. I got up in a fit of coughing and went to stand behind the bus stop, but the incident really reminded me that I don't know how to do dirty looks. Cos man, that guy was due one.
Must find masha and get lessons.
Meanwhile I have SIX booklets about study skills and the SC. The four study skills booklets are what everyone's going to do on camp. Why do I need to know about "Necessary arousal"?? Damn you Yerkes Dodson!!
Must find masha and get lessons.
Meanwhile I have SIX booklets about study skills and the SC. The four study skills booklets are what everyone's going to do on camp. Why do I need to know about "Necessary arousal"?? Damn you Yerkes Dodson!!
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Date: 2005-03-07 09:02 pm (UTC)At some point, show me these things. I could use a good laugh ^_^
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Date: 2005-03-07 09:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-07 11:14 pm (UTC)Anyway, they just have bad phrasing. It's like, showing you the difference between the adrenalin you need to do a test and actualy OMGFUCK anxiety. There's a scale.