So It Begins
Day 1
Days go on for too long if you get up too early, I've noticed. I mean... I spent the last 8 or so weeks sleeping in until 11ish, so I guess I adjusted to days only being 12-13 hours long. Now, you get up to go to uni (or work first, as it may be) and find out that there are in fact more hours... I think I'm up to 12 already and there's another 5 left before normal bed-time.
It's all university's fault.
It means I have to take the early shifts at work, then run home to get changed and then catch the bus (notice, I was late for the bus today, which is a great way to start the new semester) and kind of fell into class all breathless from the stairs, of which Curtin has an unhealthy obsession.
Two hours of discussion on how things like print media affect the personal conscience and so forth... now I'm doing a tutorial presentation on gardens and landscaping and I'm sure she'll explain how on frelling Terra that relates to the modern psyche at some point otherwise I'm gorram frelled. Which may happen anyway.
Because...
Joy of all joys, the university of technology (the irony) can't schedule anything properly and I have a class overlap for my next two.
May I say now, how much do I hate the architecture building? I don't think anyone here likes it, and my friend described it as an Escher painting, which isn't exactly what you want in a (non) functional building. Five minutes late (for the second time today) because I got lost in the useless maze that is architecture and I'm into a class containing 6 people who don't know each other and don't seem to much want to yet.
Before being able to explain why to my tutor, I have to up and leave the class some 30-45 minutes early in order to make it to my next class. This basically consisted of running out with a promise of "I'll email you to let you know my situation," much to her amusement, I believe, then running down more stairs, then up *even more* stairs (unhealthy, unhealthy obsession) to get to class number 3, this time 15 minutes late.
At least this time I get to explain what's going on.
Except, now my head is in bit of a dizzy spin because I've just run from a class entitled "Fakes, Frauds and Fiction" and that's exactly what's written down here for my new class. So, momentarily, I'm not exactly sure where I am or what I'm doing. (some people will tell you this is a normal state for me, but I would like to protest. It's never this bad)
And lo... now I am told that one of my publishing assignments is to write a blog. Which would be all fair and good except for one thing.
I loathe blogs.
The thought of them makes a funny feeling in the back of my neck.
But, here it is. Do what you will with it. I don't really care what you think of it, just like I never really cared what *everyone* (everyone in this context excludes the people I actually know and care about) ever thought of me. Now, that might seem an odd thing to say given that I believe I'm being marked on this, but it just makes my point about why I just don't like blogs... people's opinions, which seems to be the function of blogs... I just don't care. Contradictory? Yeah. I still don't care.
I'm just here to do what I do, and right now what I do is apparantly alert the world to how my degree is going. Right now, its going shiny.
First day down... 11 weeks and 2 days to go...
Alas.
Days go on for too long if you get up too early, I've noticed. I mean... I spent the last 8 or so weeks sleeping in until 11ish, so I guess I adjusted to days only being 12-13 hours long. Now, you get up to go to uni (or work first, as it may be) and find out that there are in fact more hours... I think I'm up to 12 already and there's another 5 left before normal bed-time.
It's all university's fault.
It means I have to take the early shifts at work, then run home to get changed and then catch the bus (notice, I was late for the bus today, which is a great way to start the new semester) and kind of fell into class all breathless from the stairs, of which Curtin has an unhealthy obsession.
Two hours of discussion on how things like print media affect the personal conscience and so forth... now I'm doing a tutorial presentation on gardens and landscaping and I'm sure she'll explain how on frelling Terra that relates to the modern psyche at some point otherwise I'm gorram frelled. Which may happen anyway.
Because...
Joy of all joys, the university of technology (the irony) can't schedule anything properly and I have a class overlap for my next two.
May I say now, how much do I hate the architecture building? I don't think anyone here likes it, and my friend described it as an Escher painting, which isn't exactly what you want in a (non) functional building. Five minutes late (for the second time today) because I got lost in the useless maze that is architecture and I'm into a class containing 6 people who don't know each other and don't seem to much want to yet.
Before being able to explain why to my tutor, I have to up and leave the class some 30-45 minutes early in order to make it to my next class. This basically consisted of running out with a promise of "I'll email you to let you know my situation," much to her amusement, I believe, then running down more stairs, then up *even more* stairs (unhealthy, unhealthy obsession) to get to class number 3, this time 15 minutes late.
At least this time I get to explain what's going on.
Except, now my head is in bit of a dizzy spin because I've just run from a class entitled "Fakes, Frauds and Fiction" and that's exactly what's written down here for my new class. So, momentarily, I'm not exactly sure where I am or what I'm doing. (some people will tell you this is a normal state for me, but I would like to protest. It's never this bad)
And lo... now I am told that one of my publishing assignments is to write a blog. Which would be all fair and good except for one thing.
I loathe blogs.
The thought of them makes a funny feeling in the back of my neck.
But, here it is. Do what you will with it. I don't really care what you think of it, just like I never really cared what *everyone* (everyone in this context excludes the people I actually know and care about) ever thought of me. Now, that might seem an odd thing to say given that I believe I'm being marked on this, but it just makes my point about why I just don't like blogs... people's opinions, which seems to be the function of blogs... I just don't care. Contradictory? Yeah. I still don't care.
I'm just here to do what I do, and right now what I do is apparantly alert the world to how my degree is going. Right now, its going shiny.
First day down... 11 weeks and 2 days to go...
Alas.
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