study zavyman That special art Where one becomes the book Can remember words, concepts Anything on a page Forced recall Where again and again Staring night after night Learn to relearn Test just once Then fade from view Out of sight Out of mind So many things realized Only to be lost In the sea of memories Some things do stick And those are most special You become what you study You have found your way I have found my path Now I must walk it Returning to that book To know that I know it Thy blather has drawn me But must not consume me I must leave ye a bit If only for the night In sleep I rejuvenate With sleep I can blather 000808 ... Jenna I must! If you see me blathering, tell me to stop. I have a HUGE final at noon. Only 10 hours from now. ACK! Gotta go. 011212 ... ClairE Fuck you! (not you, Jenna) I like the room with this name... 011212 ... little wonder as much as i'd love to drive out of here in 55 minutes i have to take a test before i can leave. the secretary has taken a liking to country music so as i'm trying to remember all of the aspects to Native_American_religion, I have to make an attempt at blocking that out. distractions, distractions. blather seems to be the greatest one of them... 020220 ... B.A.Dorman knowlegde is power but its just become a means to an end 031008 ... anne-girl knowledge is joy understanding is joy being able to look at something and say yes! I understand! is joy studying late at night because of fear of failure and not love of the subject is a terrible feeling but it's hard to love everything you do possible? 051106 what's it to you? who go blather from