Ranty rant

火曜日を大嫌い！
かようびをだいきらい！
Kayoubi wo daikirai!
(I) hate Tuesdays!
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Well, I just hate this trimester's afternoon classes. Think about it:

Class starts at 3.45p.m. which means that taking into consideration travelling time, I need to leave the house at 2.30p.m. which obviously means that half the day is gone. Then class ends at 5.30-5.45p.m. and travelling home, no thanks to rush hour because my bus passes through the CBD, I reach home just in time for dinner and after dinner and a shower, the whole day is practically gone. And that nonsense about doing work in the morning before class? Rubbish. Who would want to wake up early when it's not a matter of life and death? And you're totally not in the right state of mind to want to do serious stuff.

Also? Afternoon classes are totally not helpful to critical and quick thinking. At least for me it isn't (whoever witnessed my blunder in class today and came across my LJ, laugh at me all you want; I hardly have the energy to care). See, it's in the afternoon, yeah? You've had lunch and it's one hour into digestion and the body diverts energy from the brain towards the digestive system (yes, I'm a nerd, what of it?) so you get all drowsy. Add to that the afternoon sun. And an hour of monotonous travelling time. By the time I reach school my brain's totally in sleep mode. And the lecturer for my Tuesday class (Media Interviews) wants us to think on our feet and wants quick responses and I just. UGH. The best time for these sort of mental maneuvers is in the morning when our brain has just woken up fresh and attentive from proper rest. NOT AT 4 IN THE BLOODY AFTERNOON.

Then there's always that little voice at the back of your head questioning the wisdom of attending classes. By the time you're getting ready for class, your mind's awake enough to start arguing about not going for class at all and you're going to feel even suckier when your mind's all protesting and you're dragging your feet out of the house and onto the bus. Compare it to morning classes when you're up at 6.30a.m., groggy as hell and barely awake enough to be coherent. When you finally get the thought to want to skip class, you're already in class and there's nowhere you can go. You're essentially trapped and there's no room for that small nagging voice so you don't get to feel like crap for being in class.

Yes, that sounds pretty crazy but. Yeah. It's tiring. And with the way the lecturer teaches and demands of our attention... I feel physically drained just thinking of attending class.

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以上、Chii です。