The only thing that really concerns me about my Genetics midterm tomorrow is that I’m not really concerned about it at all. I don’t think I quite believe that we actually have a midterm already - it’s barely a month into the semester, fer chrissakes. I’m fully expecting to show up tomorrow to find a note taped to the lecture hall door explaining the joke. See, because here’s the thing: we haven’t done enough yet to really merit a midterm. A big quiz, maybe, or a regulartest even, but an exam?

Just in case I show up tomorrow morning and they don’t clap us on the back and reveal that it was all a big hoax, I’ve been reading over my notes and drawing Punnett squares and everything, but it just doesn’t feel like a big deal, like a 20% of my final grade kind of big deal. Also: I take way, way too many notes. Trying to read over my notes for a class isn’t really any better than reading a textbook chapter or something, there’s just so much. I didn’t always do this - I dug up a notebook from freshman year and it’s amazing I passed anything at all, given that apparently all I did in class was draw and write things to the girl sitting next to me - but apparently I do it now. I’m guessing it started last semester, when I was nervous that my extended leave of absence would have left me stripped bare of any kind of study skills at all. Which, I mean, yeah. There is the whole part where I’m writing a post instead of studying on the night before a midterm, which I guess might not be proof of exemplary study skills. But hey, I sure do take a lot of notes.