The Jo.urnalist
Whoever said the pen was mightier than the sword, obviously never encountered automatic weapons.Archive for University
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Means ‘why’. I think.
Well, I’m finally free-ish; at least to the extent that I can write another entry. A really short, nutshelled one. Which I suppose is a bit redundant because nutshelled means ’short’.
I’m exhausted – HBC was the best though. I loved the whole time! Got to song-lead for the kids, put on impromptu puppet shows, skits, the lot…and I am flat-out tired now. In perfect time for uni to start tomorrow. Great.
That reminds me, I didn’t fail anything from last term – YAY!!! 
Skills – D
Physics – D
Math – HD
I can’t believe I didn’t fail Physics, and to get a Distinction is like the icing on the cake. I expected Skills to fall around the D mark as well. In fact, I actually expected a HD for Math, it was that easy…no surprises there. Thanks be to the Almighty for helping me through the term though…couldn’t have gone anywhere without His help.
Anyway I’m doing my timetable for T2 at the moment. No wonder I can’t go into any detail on the happenings lately. Sorry folks.
Ciao.
What’s on my mind…
…Now? Well, a few things. I’ll try to go through them as fast as I can, considering I’m waiting for someone to get on MSN and am expecting them in a few minutes…
Queensland won!!! Who doubted? 30-0…I believe the word you’re looking for is ‘owned’.
Physics…well, ok, I’ll nutshell it. I get into the exam room, and as soon as perusal time starts, I rush through every question of the exam. First error. Had I read the instructions properly, I would have seen that I was only meant to attempt question one, and TWO other questions in each section. Calculate, calculate, calculate,* that comes down to 6 questions out of 10 total. Basic arithmetic. Stupid me. That meant through the whole two hours I had struggled through with 40% wasted effort. And now I have no idea if the people marking my paper will appreciate my work and grant me bonus points or if that means a quick F for Physics. F-isics. I went the extra two miles…I guess that means an extra two miles of headache for my poor marking people. Stupid me.
I forgot what else I was meant to say.
Carpe diem.
* Courtesy of our brilliant maths lecturer, Rob McDougall
AGkl;awhgs
And other random letters I can think of. Or anyone for that matter. Just don’t scrabble them into profanities kthxbai.
It’s really nothing, I just have a physics exam today. That’s all. It’s making my head spin…
I figured I should ease up on the formalities and sesquipedalian tendencies (woah, what a contradiction) that my blog has. Even if nobody reads it. It’s meant to be a blog anyway, not a philosophical archive. Where did I even start writing like that anyway? Must have been inspired by a 14-year old gamer dude I know who actually did really well in English? *cough* Xion *cough* No that’s not his name, that’s his alias kthx.
Ok, if I know I didn’t do well on this exam, my next entry should be self-explanatory.
What is the probability…
…that I will pass this math exam? Pretty high, I’m sure. At least I’m positive I can ‘pass’ it. I’m more like hoping for a HD really. Not a High-Def screen or a Hip Disarticulation, but rather a High Distinction. I’ve worked long and hard in this course and I definitely want to reap what I sow…or at least prove that I’ve actually sown a bucketload of effort. More than a bucketload, really, like a shipping container…but I digress; the point is that I’m confident that I will do well tomorrow. It’s my first proper exam (ever) and I’m actually looking forward to it. Yes, I am looking forward to it, I know that’s odd…
Hmm…
Maybe I should start sleeping early. And updating this thing a bit more often. I wonder why I don’t get the chance…oh, that’s right. Assignments…and exams! Oh, joy!
The Art of Motion…
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.
