After two weeks of nearly constant studying, I had hit a point where my brain was full. I could not have learned one more fact without it immediately oozing out my ears. I found myself just staring at black print in symbolic shapes on paper, not absorbing a word of it. My eyes hurt, my neck hurt, and needless to say, my head hurt. There were a few times when I truly didn't think I was going to survive.
But, although we lost a few good men out there (mostly hours of sleep and sanity), I made it through. And now after the most relaxing weekend imaginable (pictures to follow soon), I'm back. Back to the library, and back to the grindstone. But, surprisingly, I have somehow found more room in the ol' noggin. I'm wondering what got pushed out... I'll probably go to get gas this afternoon and discover that I no longer how to turn the pump on.
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