What I didn't learn today......
Last night something very strange happened to me. I went to place that Nurton's don't go. I did things that Nurton's don't do. I felt a feeling that Nurton's don't normally feel. These were:
- The Library
- Pre-emptive Revision
- Academic achievement
So today, I woke up with a strange optimism that has been absent from my life for the last 3 years. I toddled off to my first lecture with grand plans of "extreme learning". My first lecture at midday was boring as hell, the lecturer spent 35 minutes on two slides then zoomed through the last 15 in about as many minutes. I didn't really understand it as it was about linguistics and as I can’t tell the difference between a noun phrase and a tomato (blame my school education!).
I was still positive over lunch as I had the rest of the afternoon ahead of me and I knew a cubicle in the library was awaiting my eager to learn brain. I would be revising like mad in no time. Well as it happens, I wasn't. I sat in the library. I stared in the library. I hummed tunes in the library. I tried to sleep in the library. I counted the number of 'William and Mary Journals' stocked by the library [109 dating from 1947 - 2000]*. But I failed to do any more than 20 mins revision.
Why am I SO good at wasting time. I wish God had given me a more useful ability. Had another lecture at 5pm, didn't understand any of it. Felt like crying. Went home.
Tonight is a fancy dress party at my friends house. I’m dressing in the world’s most lame "Mr Spoon" costume. I am having a night off from teetotalism.
Had an amazing dream last night, will tell you about it tomorrow.
[Darth, looks like people want to hear how your fairy tale (cum 8mile sequel) finishes, so you better post soon! Also please email me your mobile number, it got lost en route from my old to new phone!]
* What the fu*k are W&M journals??? Sounds like a quarterly account of two fable characters? Surely the library could use the space more effectively? They could fit a small hot dog stall in the space occupied by stories of William and his bitch.
- The Library
- Pre-emptive Revision
- Academic achievement
So today, I woke up with a strange optimism that has been absent from my life for the last 3 years. I toddled off to my first lecture with grand plans of "extreme learning". My first lecture at midday was boring as hell, the lecturer spent 35 minutes on two slides then zoomed through the last 15 in about as many minutes. I didn't really understand it as it was about linguistics and as I can’t tell the difference between a noun phrase and a tomato (blame my school education!).
I was still positive over lunch as I had the rest of the afternoon ahead of me and I knew a cubicle in the library was awaiting my eager to learn brain. I would be revising like mad in no time. Well as it happens, I wasn't. I sat in the library. I stared in the library. I hummed tunes in the library. I tried to sleep in the library. I counted the number of 'William and Mary Journals' stocked by the library [109 dating from 1947 - 2000]*. But I failed to do any more than 20 mins revision.
Why am I SO good at wasting time. I wish God had given me a more useful ability. Had another lecture at 5pm, didn't understand any of it. Felt like crying. Went home.
Tonight is a fancy dress party at my friends house. I’m dressing in the world’s most lame "Mr Spoon" costume. I am having a night off from teetotalism.
Had an amazing dream last night, will tell you about it tomorrow.
[Darth, looks like people want to hear how your fairy tale (cum 8mile sequel) finishes, so you better post soon! Also please email me your mobile number, it got lost en route from my old to new phone!]
* What the fu*k are W&M journals??? Sounds like a quarterly account of two fable characters? Surely the library could use the space more effectively? They could fit a small hot dog stall in the space occupied by stories of William and his bitch.
posted by Nurton at 7:19 am
4 Comments:
Your caffeine is giving out on you. Time to change brands!
I think it's a fairly universal feeling. I got it in the final term, too. My analysis of it is as follows:
At the start of the final term, you've just finished an 18,000 word dissertation in a week. This is meant to be a big, scary piece of work that takes an entire year of careful concentration and craft.
So you feel pretty good. If you can condense an entire year of work into one week, surely you can perform the simple task of absorbing the information presented in a lecture.
This supposed ability fails to materialise. After a couple of weeks, I ended up turning up to one lecture each day, drawing screwed
up stuff (and anybody who can guess the meaning(s) of this will be owed a pint of the real ale of their choice...) before going to Dave's house and setting fire to his tree.
The "dissertation-in-a-week" challenge is the only piece of elevated productivity you will enjoy in your adult life. Sorry. :(
Nothing wrong with my caffeine brand. The solution to the problem is simple. Up the doseage!
Arghhhhhh Matt, don't say that! I need to work hard. My exams are my only chance to make up the marks lost on my dissy.
Hey, I love the KimberDrawings(C). They are probably the thing I miss most from school. You should start to publish them, you could make a good little book.
As to what the second picture is about, I think it has something to do with the fact that you spent too much of your spare time at university watching little animations on the internet, such as cartoons about Patrick Moore and Xylophones travelling through space!
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