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That’s the name I gave to myself when it comes to picking classes. I always end up picking too many classes, getting overwhelmed by the workload, and either working and studying myself into a breakdown, or dropping one or two mid-semester to preserve my sanity.

Why an owl, you ask? Because like the bird long associated with wisdom and learning, when it comes to registering for classes, my eyes tend to be bigger than my brain, and I go over what I logically know I can handle just because I am so excited at the prospect of the particular subject studied.

So this is my way of telling you dear readers that I dropped one of my classes and I promise to try to blog more and agonize less over papers and midterms.

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