I can't pull an all-nighter to study. When I'm that tired, I don't have trouble picking a,b,c, or d. But I have trouble remembering what order they come in.

When you try to comfort someone studying, don't ever do it by saying, "don't worry, it'll all be over in a few days." They'll ignore "it'll all be over" and just hear "in a few days" before they breakdown crying.

The library is a great place to study. By the time I leave, I haven't looked at my reading, but I am the world's foremost expert on 17 different people's pen fidgets, snacking habits, and bathroom intervals.

If I can't remember the name of the girl I met in a bar five minutes ago, what chance do I have of remembering anything so much less important?

My mom told me that if I spent half as much time studying as I did on watching baseball, I'd be a straight A student. "You get a B in history, but you can tell me Keith Miller's batting average from 1987." I said, ".373, though he didn't have enough at bats to qualify for the batting title so Tony Gwynn won with a .370—but that's completely besides the point."

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