So I was sitting in Physical Geography (which, by the way, just happens to be the worst class I've ever taken. Whoop--I take that back. Social Foundations of Education was 10x worse. This is a great class. I love it.), and I was struggling. See, Monday, I fought hard and lost to the sleep monster and slept quite literally through the entire class. Rockin out/head bobbing all the way through. And I was in the front row. My conscience got to me, and I decided that I absolutely was going to make it through Wednesday's class 100% attentive. This is not as easy as it sounds. Not only is the lecture boring for a non-geography person (or a geography person, really), but the lights are off for the entire class and Ruth Baker just happens to have the sort of monotone, soothing voice that puts one right to beddy bye.
Still, I thought I was doing well. I was changing the way I sat often, taking copious notes, finger tapping, biting my lip...just really really focusing. But I still was losing to sleep. I think I really was sleeping, but I was in that semi-conscious state where I could still take notes...I just wasn't comprehending all that I was writing down.
Anyway, I woke up with about 7 minutes left in class. And I looked at my notes and for the life of me I could not make sense of the last line I had written..it took me about 4 reads to decipher the barely legible handwriting... My notes looked like this:
Downwelling
-accumulating and sinking of high density waters
-brings energy and saline (salty!) to lower levels
-West in winter i'm okay w/getting old
I'm okay with getting old??? That was not on the powerpoint, I can assure you of that much. So what the heck did I write it down for? Clearly I was more sleepy than I thought. So either I dream wrote or did something with my subconscious about having peace with getting older. I tried to trace back my thoughts and all I remember is maaaybe thinking about being a mom. So. Freaking. Weird.
I'm okay with getting old. Well good.
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