Finals

So here's the part I'm not so stoked about. The Final.

I keep asking myself, "What was I thinking, taking an automotive electronics course?"

Then I remind myself, "You need it to graduate."

"But that makes no sense," I tell myself. "You're an English major."

"True, but regardless, you've still got to get the Scientific Inquiry credit and this is how you chose to do it."

And then I make a joke: "True, and if you weren't an English major you would have said 'irregardless'." And then I laugh at my joke.

And then I get serious again. "Don't you think your professor will notice you don't know how to pop the hood?"

"Well, sure. I guess he'd notice that. But if I bumble through that, don't you think it would be more noticeable that I don't know how to make a parallel circuit with a test light?"

"Yeah, it's likely that he would notice that. But big deal, it's not like you're training to be a mechanic."

"Yeah, big deal."

And, instead of studying, this dialogue just goes on and on.

Because, seriously, don't these look like torture devices?

But I guess I'd better buck up and study.