Note: This piece is rather choppy and needs to be cleaned up pretty substantially, because I wrote this well past my bedtime. I couldn’t sleep until I typed these thoughts down.

 

It’s that part of the semester.

“Today,” my psychology professor began, “we’re gonna talk about the psychology of intelligence: what it means, what it doesn’t mean, the history of the psychology of intelligence, and how intelligence is handled now…”

The first thing I saw when I groggily opened my eyes was my dog, who stood over me eager to get the day started. At 5 AM, of course! 

Well… I just got back to my Xterra after taking my first precalculus exam and… let’s just say I’m not feeling too great about it.