Throughout my life, including my undergraduate work, I was not a fan of marking up my books. For one thing, I usually spent an ungodly amount of money on the thing (if it was a textbook), but also...there was just something I loved about a book without any markings, totally perfect, like new.
If I ever did feel the need to highlight (only with a yellow highlighter), there was always a moment before the first mark was made in the book, when I knew it would be defiled forever...and I would pause, before marking whatever it was I found to be THAT important.
Yeah. These days, anal retentive Christie seems to have bid adieu. I laughed today as I turned to a page in my neuroanatomy book and found this:
And in my Motor Speech Disorders book, more of the same:
These books are the ones I will be living with (literally, eating and maybe even sleeping with) until my Tuesday midterm. I'm in hermit mode.
1 comments:
I was always like that too - didn't want to make any marks, because I would alway sell them back at the end of the semester, but if I went for it, I really went to town!
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