OK, like I said, I’m donezo with classes until the fall.
So, now that my brain has been released from the UCLA academic death grip, I can tell you about what happened last night.
For each class, I make a “cheat sheet” or study sheet, regardless of whether or not the professor allows us to bring them into the exam. If it’s not permitted, I just use the sheet to study from during the quarter. 
On the sheet are all the pertinent formulas, principles, items the professor stressed in lecture, etc. I spend a lot of time assembling the sheets and I look at them often enough that my brain “takes pictures” of the charts, etc, so I can mentally reference them during the test.
Last night, I had to pick up my car from the repair shop and turn in my rental car. I got there just in time before they closed. 
As I was driving home, I couldn’t find my study sheet for the final I had to take early this morning. I looked everywhere in the car. I suppose while I was transferring all my belongings from my rental to my car, it disappeared. 
I was very upset. Probably disproportionately upset, but I had worked for 3 weeks on that study sheet and I was afraid that the night before the exam, I wasn’t going to have any of the precious last moments of memory impression. 
I’d had plans that night and had felt it would be fine to go because I would have my study sheet with me to look at periodically. Now that it was lost, I needed to instead go back to the parking lot where I did the car exchange and see if it was on the ground.
I finally arrived at the lot and of course it wasn’t there.
How could that have happened?
I stood by my car for a while before I realized I was just going to have to make another one.
I sat in my car in the dark parking lot and by the glow of the security lights in front of the body shop, I spent an hour making another study sheet (seen above).
It’s a shadow of the lost study sheet’s glory (and half as long), but it did the job.
(Note to self: ALWAYS take fucking pictures of cheat sheets. ALWAYS.)

OK, like I said, I’m donezo with classes until the fall.

So, now that my brain has been released from the UCLA academic death grip, I can tell you about what happened last night.

For each class, I make a “cheat sheet” or study sheet, regardless of whether or not the professor allows us to bring them into the exam. If it’s not permitted, I just use the sheet to study from during the quarter. 

On the sheet are all the pertinent formulas, principles, items the professor stressed in lecture, etc. I spend a lot of time assembling the sheets and I look at them often enough that my brain “takes pictures” of the charts, etc, so I can mentally reference them during the test.

Last night, I had to pick up my car from the repair shop and turn in my rental car. I got there just in time before they closed.

As I was driving home, I couldn’t find my study sheet for the final I had to take early this morning. I looked everywhere in the car. I suppose while I was transferring all my belongings from my rental to my car, it disappeared. 

I was very upset. Probably disproportionately upset, but I had worked for 3 weeks on that study sheet and I was afraid that the night before the exam, I wasn’t going to have any of the precious last moments of memory impression.

I’d had plans that night and had felt it would be fine to go because I would have my study sheet with me to look at periodically. Now that it was lost, I needed to instead go back to the parking lot where I did the car exchange and see if it was on the ground.

I finally arrived at the lot and of course it wasn’t there.

How could that have happened?

I stood by my car for a while before I realized I was just going to have to make another one.

I sat in my car in the dark parking lot and by the glow of the security lights in front of the body shop, I spent an hour making another study sheet (seen above).

It’s a shadow of the lost study sheet’s glory (and half as long), but it did the job.

(Note to self: ALWAYS take fucking pictures of cheat sheets. ALWAYS.)

OMFG. My summer can now begin.

ExamTime. About to take my final. Going to be so happy in 2 hrs. 
Later, I’m going to tell you the story about last night.

ExamTime. About to take my final. Going to be so happy in 2 hrs.
Later, I’m going to tell you the story about last night.

Damn, I parked in Lot 7 all this past year, but not for the summer.
My friend Brandy’s car was in the lower level of Lot 4 during the flood. 
Brandy’s getting a new car.

Damn, I parked in Lot 7 all this past year, but not for the summer.

My friend Brandy’s car was in the lower level of Lot 4 during the flood. 

Brandy’s getting a new car.

The last page in my summer session ‘14 notebook.

The last page in my summer session ‘14 notebook.

Made my heart jump when this popped up on my desktop just now for that class I dropped a few weeks ago.
That would be a living nightmare to walk in and take that 45 minutes from now.

Made my heart jump when this popped up on my desktop just now for that class I dropped a few weeks ago.

That would be a living nightmare to walk in and take that 45 minutes from now.

UCLA falls.

Lot 7

Right now in front of Lot 7/ Pauley Pavillion. Lot 7 is under water.

Right now in front of Lot 7/ Pauley Pavillion. Lot 7 is under water.

Very, very close to being done with summer quarter. Last lecture was today. Final on Thurs. Like I’d said before, I should have skipped taking classes this summer. I need a break to do “nothing” (AKA, allow interesting things to happen) and to work on this book I’m writing.

Got a new SPW: 39-year old Megan Stemm-Wade just earned her undergrad and masters degrees, with honors, from DePaul University. 
(BTW, she’s on Tumblr)
Way to go Megan!
I started college right after I graduated high school in 1992, but inmy first semester there, I was assaulted. I flunked out that semesterand it took me years not only to face what had happened, but tounderstand and work through the difficult associations I had withcollege and that experience.I went back to school after sitting out a semester, but I never wentback full time and instead began working and took classes offand on. Somewhere along the line I decided I just wasn’t collegematerial and gave up the idea of finishing my degree.Fast forward about ten years. I moved to Chicago and married a lovelyman who always encouraged me to test my limits and see for myself howmuch I could achieve in life. I had managed to work my way throughentry level jobs in public service into non-profit fundraising, but Icould see that without a college degree, I would not move muchfurther. After some years of counseling, I finally faced my demons anddecided to finish my undergraduate degree. In 2005, I enrolled inDePaul University’s School for New Learning, a degree completionprogram for adult students. Three years later, I graduated with a 3.9GPA and honors with my BA in Communication and Culture. Along the way,I found a long-ignored passion for writing and media studies and Iloved every minute of getting my degree.With the encouragement of my husband and my wonderful facultyadvisors, Kate Johnson and Renee Gilbert-Levin, I applied for graduateschool and was accepted into DePaul’s Media and Cinema Studies programin the College of Communications in 2010. Graduate school was a hugechallenge, one of the hardest I’ve faced, but I dug in my heels and amhappy to say that I graduated this June with a 3.8 GPA. While in theprogram, I’ve been published in a peer-reviewed journal, givenpresentations at academic conferences, and most important, found myvoice and an inner strength and confidence that I thought I’d lostforever in 1992. I’m 39, and I feel like my life is just beginning.I’m so proud.

Got a new SPW: 39-year old Megan Stemm-Wade just earned her undergrad and masters degrees, with honors, from DePaul University. 

(BTW, she’s on Tumblr)

Way to go Megan!

I started college right after I graduated high school in 1992, but in
my first semester there, I was assaulted. I flunked out that semester
and it took me years not only to face what had happened, but to
understand and work through the difficult associations I had with
college and that experience.

I went back to school after sitting out a semester, but I never went
back full time and instead began working and took classes off
and on. Somewhere along the line I decided I just wasn’t college
material and gave up the idea of finishing my degree.

Fast forward about ten years. I moved to Chicago and married a lovely
man who always encouraged me to test my limits and see for myself how
much I could achieve in life. I had managed to work my way through
entry level jobs in public service into non-profit fundraising, but I
could see that without a college degree, I would not move much
further. After some years of counseling, I finally faced my demons and
decided to finish my undergraduate degree. In 2005, I enrolled in
DePaul University’s School for New Learning, a degree completion
program for adult students. Three years later, I graduated with a 3.9
GPA and honors with my BA in Communication and Culture. Along the way,
I found a long-ignored passion for writing and media studies and I
loved every minute of getting my degree.

With the encouragement of my husband and my wonderful faculty
advisors, Kate Johnson and Renee Gilbert-Levin, I applied for graduate
school and was accepted into DePaul’s Media and Cinema Studies program
in the College of Communications in 2010. Graduate school was a huge
challenge, one of the hardest I’ve faced, but I dug in my heels and am
happy to say that I graduated this June with a 3.8 GPA. While in the
program, I’ve been published in a peer-reviewed journal, given
presentations at academic conferences, and most important, found my
voice and an inner strength and confidence that I thought I’d lost
forever in 1992. I’m 39, and I feel like my life is just beginning.
I’m so proud.