13/11: משועמם ועייף
I've just skipped out of the second half of a lecture. And I thought I'd blog about it.
I think it's a sad indication of our pathetic education system that, at Masters level, the most basic referencing techniques need to be taught to students! It was very difficult to stay awake as the lecturer droned on about citations, plagiarizing, journals, etc. I KNOW ALL THIS! Ok, so that's not really the issue. Like Mr Tarrant says, "It's only easy if you know the answer." [Millionarie, ND]. See? He even told us how to do that today. No need to say I've been doing it for years. And so, realising I'd be sound asleep if I returned from the blessed halfway break, I went to Costa's (there's no Starbucks like at good old Surrey U), ordered a very strong coffee and sat to type up my blog.
I guess that's the thing with uni: If you already know it, don't attend. I do this every week for the technical module because I've made a living using the technologies they are teaching us. Thank Belinda* for non-compulsory classes, I say!
Anyway, the highlight of this afternoons lecture was getting to sit next to Emily. She is small and pixie-like and wears a style all of her own which is both flighty and fairy. She has an excellent sense of self deprecatorary** humour and, to top it off, is terribly sexy. She has deep pools for eyes, large and glistening with eye-drops because her contacts are drying out. Her legs are enticingly encased with black tights, a short skirt giving delicious glimpses of them. I could go on. But I won't. Naturally I'd never let on. She's young enough to my grand-niece!
* No idea but I hate saying god because I feel such a hypocrite when I clearly have no faith. Let's call her Belinda, Goddess of Blogs.
** I think I made this word up but I like it, so there!
I think it's a sad indication of our pathetic education system that, at Masters level, the most basic referencing techniques need to be taught to students! It was very difficult to stay awake as the lecturer droned on about citations, plagiarizing, journals, etc. I KNOW ALL THIS! Ok, so that's not really the issue. Like Mr Tarrant says, "It's only easy if you know the answer." [Millionarie, ND]. See? He even told us how to do that today. No need to say I've been doing it for years. And so, realising I'd be sound asleep if I returned from the blessed halfway break, I went to Costa's (there's no Starbucks like at good old Surrey U), ordered a very strong coffee and sat to type up my blog.
I guess that's the thing with uni: If you already know it, don't attend. I do this every week for the technical module because I've made a living using the technologies they are teaching us. Thank Belinda* for non-compulsory classes, I say!
Anyway, the highlight of this afternoons lecture was getting to sit next to Emily. She is small and pixie-like and wears a style all of her own which is both flighty and fairy. She has an excellent sense of self deprecatorary** humour and, to top it off, is terribly sexy. She has deep pools for eyes, large and glistening with eye-drops because her contacts are drying out. Her legs are enticingly encased with black tights, a short skirt giving delicious glimpses of them. I could go on. But I won't. Naturally I'd never let on. She's young enough to my grand-niece!
* No idea but I hate saying god because I feel such a hypocrite when I clearly have no faith. Let's call her Belinda, Goddess of Blogs.
** I think I made this word up but I like it, so there!