Amazingly, I've maintained a semblance of aqcademic dedication (I actually did well with physical chemistry yesterday), and have even started a new class, mechanics of materials. I've been consumed however with a good book. Unfortunately, this book isn't *any* book, its the seven book Dark Tower series. I love reading a good book, but the unfortunate part is that I've just finished the first two books, and I've got five more to go, all successively longer than the first two combined. I'm a college student for gods sake, I don't have time to get sucked in, to lose myself in another world. Taht's why I'm amazed that I've spent much of the hours of my day listening to these books, found the time to study, found the time to talk to Liz and the others, ... If only studying all the time was so fun :). I figured I'd be done with this series in about six weeks, but at the rate I'm going ... I ould be done with it in two weeks, hopefully that won't be the case as tests near and I'll be having to do other "more important" things. Sice a kid however, reading's been my illicit drug, carrying me off into far off places, creating unseen images in my mind so real that you wouldn't believe I was sitting in front of a boring desk in a college dorm room, coffee in hand. I'll lay off sitting rapt in front of a book for a while, get sucked into a reading "binge", stp, get stuck again. But like a drug addict, I always go back to reading. Reading never kills, so if I can just balance the rest of the bits of my life, doubtful, and read lesss, even more doubtful, I'll be fine.
So I'm sitting today enjoying having my day off from academia. Dr. Cheminator decided not to have the help session for today, so that leaves me here to catch up on some math, and do a few problems he's given me to do. Its been up and down working with him the past few days. Tuesday when we met, for some reason when he asked me questions about whatever, I wouldn't be able to give him correct answers. "You must study more, three hours if you have to, but you have to put forth effort. I want you to succeed." I told him that it might be good to have some problems to work on as well as studying the material he's given me iia notes, and we've started doing this. Yesterday, I'd read over my notes several times, done the problems he'd given me, and he amazed how spot on I was. When I read my answers to him of the problems he'd given me, I'm sure with a sly smile he said, "Oh no, this is so sad, you got them all right! What am I going to do now? Well ... I suppose I'll have to find more challenging problems then." So my one problem has grown to four, and I'm acctually enjoying doing these. Positive compliments, no matter how sarcastic the delivery, are helping to propel me forward.
I got the score back on my test in advanced Applied Math and I'll take an 8.5 out of 10, but I could do better I think. The problem I'm having now is that we're going over a chapter in teh book that I told the textlab that needed about seven weeks ago and they just started on it this week, the week I needed it, rather than long before like they probably should have. So I'll probably spend this weekend, provide they get me some material, doing problems at home. WHo knoww. At least I think my professor is being more understanding and trusting. I get things done eventually, and that's all that matters. I just wish that the CSD (Center for Students with Disabilities) would do their part and put forthconstant effort as I try to do to help them out.
I guess I should go pretty quick here and eat. I was hungry this morning at 3:30 when I went to sleep; now I'm ravenous. That, and its really cold in here and we don't seem to be able to figure out the mix of heat and AC that everyone will deal with. Me and richard, the cold blooded dudes who like it warm, seem to be losing to the warm bloodeds, Clark and Scott. And life continues, my world moves on. Larry and I are meeting with this disability advocate this afternoon about whose responsible for what regarding costs for a personal assistant. THen we've got a huge poker tournament here at the Quads to go to where I'm sure I'll lose all chips but who knows.
And oh, speaking of whose responsible for what and before I close. My Mom called me to tell me that our insurance company has agreed to pay 70% of the Airevac bill. 70% is better than nothing. Apparently, the doctor that treated me up here said that my transport via helicopter was a medical necessity. At least now that I'm a member, if I were ever to need the service and I hope I won't ever need it again, I won't have to worry about percentages, as they'd just eat the difference rather then me needing to cover part of it. Oh well, such is life.