i told myself, they are classes like the history of photography, myths and ritual art of the subsaharan africa, a study of asian american literature from the 80s to present. these classes interest me. they intrigue me. i want to learn all these things.
i realized, i wanted to learn, yes, but at noon. or better yet at 6pm at night. i will never know how I woke up to catch the bus at 7:45am every morning when working in Atlanta. that is a complete mystery. didn't even miss the bus once, the whole year. wow.
suddenly now, a normal evening doesn't stop until 2 or 3 am, and then suddenly like a brick, my body shuts off. usually my brain is more hyperactive than my body, and i can stay talking and thinking even though my eyes are shut and body unmoving for the last hour or so. i used to believe that i was listening and retaining information, even though i drifted off to sleep every twenty minutes or so. i once believed that i could read those sleeping time notes, and still understand what was being talked about. i had high hopes for myself.
now as i consider graduation programs, i will remember that i can't schedule classes before the 10am mark. i am most awake by 11am, and on top game at 7pm. knowing your body is just as important as trying to learn new information, and better than that, retain that information.