Sexy, Innocent Child-Woman

Perennial senior moments

My memory is failing me. Help!

After blogging and random internet-surfing this afternoon, I decided to do research for my Philanthropy paper once and for all. I looked up the same information and almost painstakingly put everything together into a Word document. Good thing I had enough sense to check my e-mail to find out whether I had a copy of the same information in the e-mail I had sent my groupmates earlier this month. It turned out I had two files containing the same information I had set out to look for. Good, because part of my work was done. On the downside, it means I have really bad short-term memory.

This isn't the first time something like this happened. Last month, I was all set to do a PowerPoint presentation on the two research projects I had worked on (involving Chicago's Native American community) for a conference in my school that I presented on. Good thing I had enough sense to check my files on my folder at work (thank God Loyola's computers are networked). It turned out I had already done a PowerPoint presentation on those projects last September, in preparation for the seminar presentation I did with my supervisor, Dr. George, and Louis, who was a consultant for the research projects. On the one hand, I had my work cut out for me and I just had to tweak the PowerPoint presentation. On the other hand, it meant I had a really terrible memory.

When I was a child, I had a photographic memory. I don't know when my memory started going bad--during my college or post-college years, perhaps. Maybe smoking/drinking/partying all night/experimenting with God-knows-what-else and everything else in between have taken their toll. And maybe I do have a lot on my mind--that's what grad school does. At any rate, my memory is terrible at the moment. I can remember what I did last month more clearly, but don't ask me what I did yesterday, a few days ago, or last week because I can't remember that. Heck, there are times when I can't even remember what I did earlier during the day. To think I'm only 24!

The moral of the story: Say no to drugs and cut down on the alcohol. Those things mess with your memory big time.

found herself @ 8:22 PM