Let's start right where we left off last week.
The office was empty. We
were sitting on cushioned chairs in the waiting room for the front
desk to open. Amy was telling me what classes she needed to ask for
and how it would fit in her schedule. It would definitely be tight
but just as much as my own schedule.
"Do you think Alex
is right?" Amy asked.
"No," I
answered.
"I mean do you think
that'S too much."
I showed her my own
calendar and she let out a oh.
"Is Alex's that
packed too?"
"We've got the same
except that I sneak in second and third year's classes for the
thrill," I said.
"I see," she
said. "Does it work?" She pointed at the books I had left
on the next chair.
"I need to read them
all as fast as possible as if they were novels and if I have some
time left take notes and then do some exercises. It works just fine.
Normally, it's called cramming and people do that just before exams
to use their short term memory as a help. I do it first hand so that
I have the knowledge in my head before the teacher can give me
inputs. That way anything that comes feels familiar, I can go
straight to the exercises without spending too much time on the
lecture notes."
"But why do it on a
part you hate?" She asked.
"That's the fun
part, I might stop hating it half way but I wouldn't know until I
study it and if I still hate it, I won't have to spend my time hating
the homework for hours, I'll do them much faster with this
knowledge," I said.
"That makes sense."
"What can I help you
with?"
The secretary was a plumb
woman with her probably long hair attached at the base of her neck in
a lazy bun. She had a large smile as if helping students with their
inquiry was her vocation in life and what she lived for. I had never
seen someone looking that happy to be at work.
"I need to
registered for some extra classes," Amy said.
"A change of heart?"
the secretary asked.
"Not really, more
like starting to listen to it," Amy answered.
"You have no idea
how many kids register to classes just to stay with their friends
until they make new one ans wanna change," the secretary said.
"So you too wanna be together?"
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