The tales of two pernicious pugs and their doormat.

Sunday, May 11, 2008


Anyone want to take my finals for me? And write that 30-page paper too? Because I don't W-A-N-N-A. Nope. I'm just going to go home, curl up on the couch, watch a couple episodes of the X-Files, and sleep through the entire exam period. Yes. Because I want to fail and have to come back this Fall semester and spend another $20 thousand on tuition.

If you haven't noticed, I'm a bit stressed out. Yep. Finals will do that to ya. Especially when you've got two classes that you just DO NOT understand, no matter how hard you try. So you pray and pray and pray and pray and beg God to please let you be kidnapped by aliens or get into a terrible car crash that makes your professors grant you an extension for a year to finish up the exams. Unfortunately, I'm still quite healthy, and haven't seen little green men running around either. Darn. So I've resigned myself to studying as hard as I can and if I fail, well, I tried. I REALLY tried. (Yes, I'm THAT stressed. I actually think I might fail a class. Despite the fact that I've done SO much more studying for these classes than I have for others in the past, and yet I still passed those somehow.)


Hate school. H-A-T-E school. It sucks thousands of dollars out of your pockets (or gets you into debt). And then it teases you with failure even though you've tried so hard to "get it". And THEN it reminds you that there are students out there who don't ever go to class, don't read for class, don't study for finals, get to the exam drunk, and STILL pass the damn test with flying colors. That, my friends, is called pure, unadulterated E-V-I-L. They're possessed, I tell ya. Possessed with brains gazillions of times more intelligent than mine. *sniffle* It's sad. Just sad.

On a brighter note, still going to my boxing classes. Still suck ass, but at least now I don't wake up the day after with every muscle in my body screaming, "DO...NOT...MOVE...OR...I...WILL...INFLICT...ENORMOUS...PAIN...ON...YOU." I even doubled up and did two classes on Thursday. I went in on Saturday and my trainer asked me if I was sore - I told him "not really". He laughed and said I obviously didn't work hard enough. I should have rephrased my reply to this: "Yes, I'm sore. Since starting these classes, there isn't a day when I'm NOT sore. But I've reached the point where the pain doesn't stop me from being able to move comfortably, therefore, I come to class."

I noticed something weird, though: before starting boxing classes, my exercise would consist of going to the gym and doing the treadmill, bike, etc. Doing those things would make me sweat and feel exhausted. Now that I'm doing the boxing classes, I'm sweating more than I ever have (it's the exercise, not the temperature, believe me), but I don't feel as tired out as I did at the gym. And I don't think that's because I'm getting an easier workout - I'm substantially sore-er doing boxing than regular gym activity, I sweat a lot more, I use a lot more of my muscles, and my rest breaks are shorter than at the gym. So why is it that I'm not aware of feeling exhausted during my workout? The only reason I can think of is that I'm not bored like I was at the gym. Maybe the boredom heightened my awareness of my exhaustion? Has this ever happened to you? Any ideas? It's just something I've been pondering for a bit. Meh.


PinkPiddyPaws said...

Actually.. I think I LOVE your theory on boredom ='s noticing fatigue. I do my best to distract myself or simplye "zone out" while I exercise because if I start thinking about it, it seems like it's worse and time seems to take forever! :)

Just think, soon you'll be singing "School's Out For Summer" hee..hee.

Pug & I said...

Yep, it's gotta be the boredom. :)

And as of 4 PM today, I'm 2 down and 1 to go with my finals. Yipee! I haven't slept more than 5 hours at a time these past few days, but that's okay. I'm almost done. :)

PinkPiddyPaws said...

Congrats!!!! Keep up the good work and soon, you can catch up on sleep. :)