Superprof.

I’m sensing a lack of motivation.

Dude, my A&P prof is a trooper. He probably shouldn’t have even been on campus today. I suppose telling us what to do for lab isn’t that stressful, but still. Maybe he should have stayed home. I suppose I’d be like him, too. Just a few weeks until finals are over. Yet part of me hopes he still does the lectures. He can sit in his wheelchair and do the powerpoints. And we’ll smack anybody that asks dumb questions. Seriously. Though, let’s be honest, every prof has to love doing the reproductive chapters.

(This would be the prof who shattered the epiphysis of his left tibia while skiing.)

I just registered for classes. I got clearance last week, but I’m really lazy about doing things like that these days. I convinced myself to not take any extra stupid classes. Just finish, damn it. Unless I missed something, all I need is one more class next spring, and I’ll be out of here with a little piece of paper. I consider it three classes next semester. Exercise Physiology, First Aid with a one-credit CPR class, and chemistry with a lab. For whatever reason, you need an extra science with a lab. I hope it isn’t too painful.

And yes, after next semester, I’ll be fully certified to give mouth to mouth.

The article I needed came in. And I have absolutely no desire to disseminate the information and write about it. At all. I do not care at all about this assignment. Projects and research papers just strike me as busy work. You don’t learn anything beyond the actual process of putting it together. Yeah, shut up, I know that’s the point. But when’s the last time anybody in the real world has to write an essay?

I’ll see if I can break this up a little. You know what I really want to do? Go over the muscles of the upper body that we did for the first midterm. I never do post-exam refreshers. If I could go through it now and once more before finals, that’s totally going long-term memory. See, that’s stuff I want to know. I don’t care about injuries of the shoulder joint. Do your external rotations and keep your push/pull in balance. Vary your exercises enough, and you’ll hit everything from every angle, and you wouldn’t have to worry about a fucking imbalance. There, two sentences of stuff I already knew. I actually only need to bullshit two pages, as it’s a group project. Ah, explaining things to death. Overstating the obvious. Yes. I need to pretend I’m talking to my dad, Captain Obvious.

Reminds me, he was in vintage form last night.

Me: “Have you ever seen me make burgers before?”
Dad: “Yes.”
Me: “When have you seen me make burgers?”
Dad: “I’ve never seen you make burgers.”

So why did he say yes in the first place? Lights are on, but nobody’s home.

I have food in the van. I think I’ll eat, get myself to relax a little bit, then poop, and maybe make myself do something. Haven’t decided whether to lift tomorrow or not. We’ll see.

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