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The semester is over half-gone, and I'm checking the journalism syllabus for which days I can ditch out on without incurring severe loss of learning. The tests are nothing but memorization, and so as long as I pick up a copy of the study guide at some point, I can go over the questions in the book at home and in about five hours learn the equivalent of several weeks of class, thus acing the final. Not the easiest way to spend the weeks before Christmas, but one that leaves me with a sense of accomplishment, like I just whupped that class in the ass, and used a lame rhyme in the process.

At least the amount of schoolwork is going to lessen towards the end of the semester. I know that having one big assignment to work on is supposed to be more difficult than a myriad of smaller ones, but honestly, the small ones are just a bother. It takes more work to keep track of them all than it does to complete them. Of course, when given one big assignment I'll slack off until I need to rush to complete it, and so ironically, the simplest assignment becomes the most difficult.

As always, my own work takes precidence over anything a teacher could assign, and so I plug ahead on Edgewood, writing a healthy amount each day, and taking down ideas and inspirations as they come.