Once upon a time, I was a straight A student. Once upon a time, I finished all my papers in due time, written in perfect Danish, spell checked and with correct grammar. All of my math, physic and chemistry papers was presented as they should be, with abstracts and all necessary (and a couple extra) paragraphs. Once upon a time, not a page in my textbooks was un-read, not a notebook unfilled with drawings and notations, not a source of information not found. Once upon a time, I was terribly boring. I mean, I must have been. I studied, and, apparently, I studied a LOT. At least, that's what my Mom tells me, now. I don't think she ever let me know back then, because, frankly, it probably wouldn't have changed much. And is it at all possible to study too much? It's not like I was isolated - I had a boyfriend, I had a couple of girlfriends I spend time with, every now and again. But I don't think it would be an exaggeration to say that most of my time, I spend with my bo...
