Where Art Thou O Brain of Mine?

How I wish I could wear a sleek black suit like Trinity on "The Matrix", get plugged in, and quickly download a program that allows me to fly a chopper...or in my case absorb a massive University textbook. How about Universities tweeting pertinent information in manageable chunks? I am not sure my brain is equipped to digest large amount of text in a short period of time and then spew it out in my own words in a comprehensible fashion. I think Twitter has ruined my brain; I now look for 140 characters, absorb the message, then scroll down for an entirely new tidbit of news. How can this prepare me for University?

Lovin' Twitter

After endless debate with myself, I hopped on the Twitter train. After a few crashes here and there...I'm here for good. Tips for beginners--watch what you say--everything lies within the public domain which means any person (moms, bosses) can view the post. I've asked myself, "Did I just say that?" Whoops, no correction allowed (although you can delete). Case in point: tweeting about what your boss might be doing just gets you into trouble. Like: business promotion, watching the Olympic hockey game with my University cohort strewn across the country in real time. Not like so much: Creepy followers (you can block them) and an overwhelming amount of information. To help with the information overload, a fellow Communications student offered this sage advice: "Just look at it as a stream of consciousness; some tweets will stay with you and some won't."