V is for Victory
Ladies and Gentlemen, I have been through battle and I have lived to tell about it. I have been shot, I have been stabbed, work with me. Today marks a major milestone in my life. A milestone that I wish to share with all of humanity, hence why I am posting it here. This milestone is one that so many hope to reach, but few will ever succeed it doing so. What is this milestone you ask? I have completed Russian History 103, the Hardest Class Known To Man.
We had our final today from 2:30-4:30. I was up until 3:15 in the morning last night studying for it when I finally decided it was time to get some sleep. I woke up every 45 minutes or so and each time I would realize right before I woke up that I was dreaming about studying for Russian History. I'd wake up and find myself mumbling "The Great Reforms took place in the late 1800's by Alexander II, and included military, judicial, and educational reforms....". Who knew that my brain was so advanced that it could study while it was asleep? Clearly I am some sort of scientific phenomenon. I should be studied and paid handsomely for it. So I woke up at 9:15 this morning when my roommate's cell phone rang and I couldn't fall back asleep. So I decided just to get up and start studying again. I don't know if it was nerves or what, but I couldn't eat. So I got dressed and went to the library and worked away until I knew every single thing on that 1.25 page list of terms forwards, backwards, and inside out. And then I went and kicked that motherfucker's ass. I almost feel sorry for the test that it didn't see its defeat coming. Oh well, I guess it deserved it since it thought it was so big and tough and daunting. I'm not sure I got an A on it, but I definetely got all of the ID's right, and that was 40% of the test, and I'm pretty sure I did well enough on the essay to warrant at least a B overall. Hopefully that will be enough to get a B in the class, I don't know, but I'm not holding my breath either way. I'm just happy that it's over.
I'm going to go to bed tonight and when I wake up it will all be deleted from my memory for eternity. Tomorrow morning I'll be saying "Stalin who? I'm sorry, but I don't think I know what you're talking about." I won't have any idea that the February Revolution took place in 1917, or that Sakharov was banished to a secret city for his book "Memoirs", or that Nicholas II was such a pussy he couldn't commit to anything. It will all be like one big, terrible dream. One fantastical blur in time. Blotted out of mind to be replaced with things like poetry, art, and music. And I won't even feel bad for forgetting it. Not Even A Little.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I have been through battle and I have lived to tell about it. I have been shot, I have been stabbed, work with me. Today marks a major milestone in my life. A milestone that I wish to share with all of humanity, hence why I am posting it here. This milestone is one that so many hope to reach, but few will ever succeed it doing so. What is this milestone you ask? I have completed Russian History 103, the Hardest Class Known To Man.
We had our final today from 2:30-4:30. I was up until 3:15 in the morning last night studying for it when I finally decided it was time to get some sleep. I woke up every 45 minutes or so and each time I would realize right before I woke up that I was dreaming about studying for Russian History. I'd wake up and find myself mumbling "The Great Reforms took place in the late 1800's by Alexander II, and included military, judicial, and educational reforms....". Who knew that my brain was so advanced that it could study while it was asleep? Clearly I am some sort of scientific phenomenon. I should be studied and paid handsomely for it. So I woke up at 9:15 this morning when my roommate's cell phone rang and I couldn't fall back asleep. So I decided just to get up and start studying again. I don't know if it was nerves or what, but I couldn't eat. So I got dressed and went to the library and worked away until I knew every single thing on that 1.25 page list of terms forwards, backwards, and inside out. And then I went and kicked that motherfucker's ass. I almost feel sorry for the test that it didn't see its defeat coming. Oh well, I guess it deserved it since it thought it was so big and tough and daunting. I'm not sure I got an A on it, but I definetely got all of the ID's right, and that was 40% of the test, and I'm pretty sure I did well enough on the essay to warrant at least a B overall. Hopefully that will be enough to get a B in the class, I don't know, but I'm not holding my breath either way. I'm just happy that it's over.
I'm going to go to bed tonight and when I wake up it will all be deleted from my memory for eternity. Tomorrow morning I'll be saying "Stalin who? I'm sorry, but I don't think I know what you're talking about." I won't have any idea that the February Revolution took place in 1917, or that Sakharov was banished to a secret city for his book "Memoirs", or that Nicholas II was such a pussy he couldn't commit to anything. It will all be like one big, terrible dream. One fantastical blur in time. Blotted out of mind to be replaced with things like poetry, art, and music. And I won't even feel bad for forgetting it. Not Even A Little.
You will be recieveing your medal in the mail...lol
Really though as much as I love studing history....
history classes are usauly way to hard...