Slow and Steady Wins the Race?...

Hello. This is Taylor. If found, please return to the U.S. as soon as possible. She was last spotted Friday night wandering the streets reciting Hofstede's five cultural dimensions, as well as what we believe to be a compilation of Economic equations and some Asian language. She is said to be armed and dangerous.

nee, mi familia, nee (I'm so brain-dead, I can't even pick a freakin' language). Slow and steady does not win the race, super freakin' fast and accurate does...which is what I will be doing over the next few days.

So...here is how this is all going down.Turns out after 10 hours of reading (I know, I know, I used to be able to go for 16 without realizing it, but I'm getting old), I couldn't take it anymore. Yet, I have my study-complex switch currently in the "on" position which means that if I am doing anything other than aforementioned studying, I feel awfully guilty. Thus, I have decided to study how I am/will be studying...

Just go with it...

So...Prepare for the recap/future depictions of Taylor's Glorious Brain-Cramming Journey (to hell)!

Aaahhh, thankfully God had decided to not hate me as much as last semester (we had a little fight, he won...as usual. You know, you really just can't argue with the guy, either he makes you feel dumb or you just lose straight out...or he makes you think you won, but really you just sided with him without knowing it...he's super tricky like that...makes me think he's actually a woman...I digress...) and has made the weather beautiful the past few days.

But wait! An apt reader would now comment, "But Taylor, does this not mean that you are tormented by the beauty that is called "nature" beckoning to you beyond the confines of that hellish prison you are chained to (a.k.a. the indoors)?!"

I reply... "Oh young padawan (for all of you not akin to Star Wars, first of all SHAME ON YOU, and second, padawan = young jedi = dumb kid), how much you have to learn. For I am blessed with a patch of concrete that the sun has decided to shine upon from noon until 2 in the afternoon. Thus, I have two hours of sunlight at my disposal..." (Take that, God.)

...yeah, well, the point of that odd little dialogue was to basically say that somehow I have been able to combine studying and sunburns. Yay.

So, pictorial recap/future studying...(I know...you all are so excited to see pictures of all my study material...This blog entry is more about maintaining my sanity than saying anything profound (do I ever? no...thought so.) )

Countdown: Days until MIBO exam: 6, Days until other exams (econ/acct): 8

What did I do?

Slept. I just was not up for studying...it was as if some barrier was standing between me and my books...I decided not to fight it, mainly because I would have kicked that barrier's butt, but I was feeling nice.

Countdown: Days until MIBO exam: 5, Days until other exams (econ/acct): 7

What did I do?

Yeah...I was sick that day. Dumb head. Always decides to act up when I really really don't want it to. Seriously. Not cool head, not cool.

Countdown: Days until MIBO exam: 4, Days until other exams (econ/acct): 6

What did I do?

Sucka. What didn't I do is the question?! (answer: all of accounting, economics and my IB book...heh...) Today I read all of these articles:

Yup, that's right.

Countdown: Days until MIBO exam: 3, Days until other exams (econ/acct): 5

What did I do?

One word. Dominated. That's right, I read my entire International Business text book, or at least the relevant 387 pages of it. If you ever wanted to know what a defeated text book looks like, this is it:

so...it kinda looks the same as it did before...but trust me, it knew it lost.

By the way, the articles I read the day before, I stacked them up next to my text book...


There are the same height! I believe this realization was followed with me passing out from fear and shock at how absolutely awesome I am.

Countdown: Days until MIBO exam: 2, Days until other exams (econ/acct): 4

What will I do?

This:



Bring it Economics articles! I'll teach you who controls the...eh...wage curves? Golly, I need to work on my threats to inanimate objects. I am usually so good at that. My apologies family, I have let you down.

Countdown: Days until MIBO exam: 1, Days until other exams (econ/acct): 3

What will I do?

freak the heck out. HOLY GOODNESS I HAVE AN EXAM IN ONE DAY!!! yes...this is what I will be doing. That and reading all of my lovely, eye-bleeding inducing, Information Management articles. Nothing I have experienced since I have been here is as boring as freakin' articles about how a company should store/share/handle its information...sure, it is relevant and all, but I'd rather eat the dirt out in the garden...hmm...

So, I'll do this:

Countdown: Days until MIBO exam: 0. The end has come, Days until other exams (econ/acct): 2

What will I do?

Rise from my Rapunzelesque chamber, not fall on the ladder, be a zombie for an hour, find my bike, ride to the university, cry, then take my Managing International Business Organizations Exam.

To give you all the feeling that you are beside me at the exam, I have decided to let you all see what I will look like that day:

This is my half fearful, half crazy face...seriously. cover up one half of the face. yeeeah, that's right. You try doing two different faces...IN ONE FACE...I'm too excited about this, aren't I?

I will then return home, and continue studying. This day will be dedicated to my beautiful 690 page accounting book...Why save so many dreadfully awful pages for this day where my brain is already melted from the hellish pages of a previous exam (in an entirely orange building, might I add)? Because Accounting is the spawn of Satan, so it is only fitting.

Countdown: Days until other exams (econ/acct): 1

What will I do?

This day marks the last day I will ever have to study in the Netherlands again. So, to celebrate I will read my 290 page Economics book. yay life.

Countdown: Days until other exams (econ/acct): 0.

Pray I make it out with some sanity intact.

LOVE

18 days until I am home. 35 until I see all of you!

Oh...and if I make it out of this alive, I'm allowed to drink at Grandy's b-day.