I sit down at my desk, and as I switch on the computer monitor, something bugs me. Something irritating, something that desperately wants my attention. I look around, to realize that the annoyance is in the form of a 1000-pound book the size of the every volume of the Encyclopedia Brittanica since since 1768. The thing that gets me is that the front cover seems to read out ‘University Physics’. Furthermore, as I type in the URL to MySpace, the dropdown menu reveals a horrid, distressing sight. Sitting there right in my face is the link to Dante’s inferno – www.masteringphysics.com. Every day now I find myself trapped in a vortex of formulas, forces, and compressed springs. All of which I struggle to understand. If only I found a better way to prepare myself for uni than stuffing my head full of nineteenth-century American literature I wouldn’t have so many problems. Paul Revere’s midnight ride didn’t tell me much about linear kinematics. You simply can’t expect to jump headlong into uni-level physics if the most advanced concept you learnt was an apple landing on Newton’s noggin. It feels like physics is a totally new language for me. I’m trying to keep up in my study but its so difficult that one assignment takes about as much time for me to (watch the grass grow, then go out and cut it)x 10³ s. I’m slowly pushing on and on and on…if I can make it through the valley of the shadow of the photoelectric effect, I will retire to my bed for the night. Excuse me while I yawn.