Shake your pants like you're Che Guevara

Oh, man. So I'm sitting in the library trying to read up on Information Processing theory which is all about how children are little computers taking in input and doing stuff to it and if one or another of their processing mechanisms improves then hey presto! you've got cognitive development. I mean, this is exciting stuff.

My brain's just going, Nuh-uh. You can think you're going to study but I ain't having any of it. I'm going on strike.
Don't you hate it when your brain doesn't follow its own orders? Sheesh.

This exam stuff's getting me down. I know I said secretly I like this time of year because that's when I learn, but I couldn't give a flying monkey's uncle about increasingly complex rule structures and what's more, I can understand this stuff when I'm reading about it, I make intelligent comments about it and I can integrate it freaking into a blog post, but I have seriously bad recall and ask me about the seven factors leading to children's cognitive development and I will draw a cartoon of an alien spaceship nuking New York.

Sigh.

What's even more stupid is that the whole time I'm thinking this, I've got Michael Franti's Feelin' Free running through my head. Like the intro and all the chord changes and the beats and John Butler in the background and everything. I've been listening to Everyone Deserves Music for one little week and I know how it goes. Backwards.

Clearly, I need to be setting my psych. notes to music.

Oh, except that, for some bizarro reason, I haven't got the lyrics for Feelin' Free quite right. It's not a mondegreen, I can hear them properly and I know what they are for really real, but whenever I'm singing the chorus, I get my own, personal remix:

But it seems to me
That I'm about to be
Feelin' free now
Take a bow when you feel like a superstar
Shake your pants
like you're Che Guevara
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