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04/25/2003: "End of school"
Next week is the last week of classes, and it's moving sooo slowly. I hate class reviews with a passion, the kind of classes I take aren't ones that are so mind-boggling that you can't understand the information the first time you read it. Actually, I've learned in college that most people who flunk do so because they didn't read. It's pathetic, it might be boring, but it's the easiest way in the world to do well on an exam.
So back to the class reviews, they're such a waste of time. I don't need the information I already have given to me again. And professors always make it so difficult to skip it, they're like, "Thursday we're just reviewing. I'll also pass back the huge paper you wrote, you know, the one that will kill you if you don't find out what your grade is." Or else they make something due the day of the review. Too bad I always sit in the front row, or else I'd take my Game Boy with me.