I find it ridiculously difficult to get into the zone for the kind of intense study required for finals preparation, maybe more so than a couple of my friends here (@studytillblurrr@wannabeproductive). So I’ve compiled a couple of tips that really help me stay focused that I haven’t seen on studyblr yet:
1. Use parental control apps on your own phone: Regardless of the physical location of my phone, I will always find a way to spend the whole day on social media. If you’re like me, the best way to not get distracted is to download a child control app (I use OurPact and it schedules hours where you cannot access ANYTHING: literally everything except the most basic functions disappears, including camera and safari).
2. Write the heading of your next section when you finish: When working through practice questions/making notes, I always write the heading and a line’s worth of text for the following section. the next time you open up your book, it’s less intimidating to start - kind of like lowering the barriers to entry (for econ nerds)!
3. Break up your to-do list: I study in three/four blocks per day, so I write my to-do list in three or four segments with spacing. This also makes tasks seem more manageable than a scary looking 10+ item list.
4. Sleep whenever you’re tired, but use a HIIT timer: So this might only be useful for polyphasic sleepers, but what I like to do is set the first timer for 20 minutes, and then do a recurring timer every 5 minutes. I guess this probably will only work for light sleepers, but it’s so good!! I can go back to sleep for “five more minutes” as many times as I like without feeling guilty, and its basically impossible to sleep for more than an hour because the noise becomes annoying.
A research group at Uppsala University has investigated how levels of endocannabinoids – which target the same receptors as cannabis – are affected by short sleep duration, and whether acute exercise can modulate this effect.
The research is in Psychoneuroendocrinology. (full open access)
It is nighttime, and the pines smell spicy and secret.
You are snug inside a sleeping bag, suspended on an old folding cot that’s just wide enough. You are warm and comfortable; the night air is chilly but not cold.
And above you is the universe–a pool of sky hemmed by treetops, and containing a thousand thousand stars, silent and infinite and glorious. You don’t know their names; you don’t need to. They are a chorus in your head, music you can never describe but know all the same; their endless glitter makes you tiny, but secure, a mote in exactly the right place. They are the most enduring beauty you have ever seen, and you watch them as long as you can keep your eyes open.
And when you must sleep at last, you know they are there still, serene and real and sending you messages of light. Always and always.
I just woke up from a really scary and terrible nightmare. George R. R. Martin was stealing people’s bodies and putting their subconsciousness into basically nothing and putting the minds of his minions into the bodies. And you couldn’t get your body back until the work was done. WHAT WORK?!?
That might sound funny but it was freaking terrifying! George R. R. Martin NEVER lets characters live (except my precious Jon Snow). They all die. So in my nightmare I knew I was never going to be put back in my body.
And then he changed into some hot guy I’ve never met that was minorly less creepy due to his distracting hotness, and then I woke up from a noise somewhere in my house…
I’m never sleeping again. Ever. I’m scarred. And scared.