my being

Revision, revision, revision.

It is my life. My very being. Revision is all that I am.

Yesterday I revised pharmacology at my friends flat. We started at 3pm after eating the worlds most enormous (and obviously low fat) cheese omlette. Three chapters (endocrine drugs, diueretics and cardiac drugs), seven cups of tea and a packet of hobnobs later it was 7.15pm! All of a sudden, like. It just snuck up on us.

I think 4 hours is a pretty commendable effort. Even I am impressed at my commitment to the task. However, even I have to draw the line somewhere. Like proper students we sacked it off and went to the pub for wasabi peas (taste better than they sound!)

Today I skanked off my psychology seminar for revision reasons. No way will I sit in a crappy, boring, windowless classroom listening to stuff I’ve heard before when I could be filling my brain full of “special sensory organs”, “Endocrine glands” and the joys of calcium channel blockers and ACE inhibitors.

No way.

I’ve been quite productive really- I’ve managed about 6 hours today. I think my brain may possibly have melted though, which probably isn’t a good thing.

To the pub now, to lose all my newly acquired knowledge no doubt.