I don't know what it is, but every time I hear the word monster I stop what I'm doing and say "I'm a monster!!" and raise my fist in the air as if I had a hook for a hand... Thank you Arrested Development. I mention this because I was at office hours last week and the prof said the word monster referring to people who act mentally retarded, but don't qualify according to the DSM-IV. And sure enough I mumbled the phrase to myself. I don't think the prof and other students heard me.
It's now week 7. I have 3 midterms this week, 1 midterm and a final during week 10, and then finals week. Soo.. I can see the light at the end of the undergrad tunnel. Woohoo!
This quarter I've also been training for a bike ride (just for fun with my parents) this summer up near Mammoth. I thought I was just going to do the metric century (100km or 62.14 miles) but now I think I may do the normal century (100 miles). I started out just going to RIMAC (our kickass gym) and riding the trainer bikes. But now my aunt and uncle in SD have me actually riding on the weekends, which is extremely different and much more difficult than anything I do at the gym. I rode 25 miles two weekends ago, 30 last weekend, and the plan this weekend is to go about 40 miles. They're fun for the most part, except the steep hills, especially the one at the end of the ride just before their house when my quads are burning and I'm usually hungry (and I have no granny gears on my road bike). It sucks, but I manage.
Procrastination time is over. Clinical psychology treatments here I come!!!
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