The Free-From-Exams Bandwagon is, in number of members, almost on par with The Lord of the Rings after the movies came out. It's so popular that the most popular kid in class, finding that he cannot beat it, bows down in its presence and joins it. The momentum that it gains straight after exams is like a tsunami, unstoppable in all it's sheer force and raw, uncontrollable power. All that give in to it are swept along, while those that attempt to fight it...well, they still get swept along. I mean, it is a tsunami after all.
Anyway, there are a number of reasons that I didn't join the bandwagon until today:
1. My last exam coincided with Michael Jackson's death on Friday. So for my MSN PM, it was a toss-up between 'FREEEEEEEEDDDDOOOOM' and 'RIP MJ.' I'm sure most of you agree that my 'freedom' from exams pale into insignificance against the death of the King of Pop.
2. As always, I am sensitive to the emotional turmoil that I may cause my friends and acquantainces. Com/Law students are liable to break down in tears upon hearing somebody has finished exams when they have *shock horror* not finished theirs. Despite this, I actually love you guys. Really.
3. Hmm. This point is really hard to articulate in words. It goes something like this: I'm not really that stoked about finishing exams. I had three of them. The last one was French, and it was worth 25%. The pessimist in me (that's a huge part of me) tells me that we (which in this case, means me) have been through three exam periods, with a further five left. So there are more remaining than there are completed. Plus, after five years of exams, the novelty kind of wears off a bit.
4. The last point, which is pretty key, and is kind of the crux of the matter, is that I dislike bandwagons/using a generic phrase to express my delight, or in this case, an almost lack thereof. So "FREEEEE" doesn't really cut it for me.
There you have it. First rant of the holidays complete.
Disclaimer: Apologies for the cynicism, sarcasm and general...being-a-toolness. I can't help it. I was born that way.
Word of the day: Bandwagon
Monday 29 June 2009
Saturday 27 June 2009
The death of a flawed genius
On Friday, Michael Jackson died of a heart attack. With him died an era of music, and a musical genius the like of which will probably never be seen again. His death was sudden and unexpected, more so because he was so well known for his vitality and powerful presence, especially on the stage.
To fully understand why people of all age groups care so deeply about the death of one single pop star, it is necessary to separate the two parts of his life from each other, and to look at them separately. On the one hand, he was a brilliant musician and performer. However, this was marred by the other side of his character - his eccentricity and accusations of child molestation.
Michael Jackson is now the unreachable benchmark that every musician should aspire to. He wasn't just a musician. His ability and control over the entire musical process made him much more than this. From writing many of his songs, to recording these songs, deciding which ones would go on an album, then performing these songs with aplomb, Michael Jackson was, simply put, a musical genius. His vocal ability and technical proficiency was superb, while his ability to spot hits made his albums sell. Thriller, to this day, remains the highest selling album globally. While much of his music makes you just want to tap your feet and move, he also had an ability to write and perform ballads. By fusing rock, funk, and a myriad of other genres into his own music, MJ created pop music as it is today. Many artists, such as Justin Timberlake and Usher, are clearly inspired by his music.
Singing was only one aspect of his art. His dancing speaks for itself. The most iconic dance move in history, the Moonwalk, will be forever attached to his name. He could not stand still while performing, and when he moved, it was with liquid grace. His dynamic, high-tempo and intricate dancing was done will singing his songs live, which in itself is a feat that not many artists today can do. While Usher comes close, he lacks the charisma and dancing ability of Michael Jackson. He also made an artform of the music video. The MV for Thriller was seminal because of it's movie-like effect.
However, all of his achievements and enormous talent were perhaps overshadowed in later years by his strange habits and controversy which he courted. Child molestation accusations notwithstanding, Michael Jackson still managed to create a stir with instances of peculiarity. His obsessive and compulsive spending would eventually saddle him with a $480m debt and would send him bankrupt. The building of his Neverland Ranch, where he surrounded himself with children and animals, was probably a result of his deprived childhood where he was overworked. He may have dreamed of owning such a place as a child. His treatment of his children was also suspect. Dangling a child off a balcony is not exactly what one would call responsible parenting. His ever-stranger physical appearance, and his miscellaneous eccentric habits, such as insisting on recording songs in pitch-darkness, fuelled the rumours and accusations that dogged him.
Whether you liked him as a person or not, Michael Jackson must at least respected for his contribution to music. The number of fans he had, and still has, tell its own story. His planned 50 concerts in London sold out within minutes of going on sale. That kind of dedication is not the blind following of a flash-in-the-pan artist. It acknowledges that his music resonates with all sorts of people.
Single-handedly, he forever changed pop music and how it was delivered. Although he may or may not make it to heaven, his legacy as a musician will live on.
Word of the day: Michael Jackson
To fully understand why people of all age groups care so deeply about the death of one single pop star, it is necessary to separate the two parts of his life from each other, and to look at them separately. On the one hand, he was a brilliant musician and performer. However, this was marred by the other side of his character - his eccentricity and accusations of child molestation.
Michael Jackson is now the unreachable benchmark that every musician should aspire to. He wasn't just a musician. His ability and control over the entire musical process made him much more than this. From writing many of his songs, to recording these songs, deciding which ones would go on an album, then performing these songs with aplomb, Michael Jackson was, simply put, a musical genius. His vocal ability and technical proficiency was superb, while his ability to spot hits made his albums sell. Thriller, to this day, remains the highest selling album globally. While much of his music makes you just want to tap your feet and move, he also had an ability to write and perform ballads. By fusing rock, funk, and a myriad of other genres into his own music, MJ created pop music as it is today. Many artists, such as Justin Timberlake and Usher, are clearly inspired by his music.
Singing was only one aspect of his art. His dancing speaks for itself. The most iconic dance move in history, the Moonwalk, will be forever attached to his name. He could not stand still while performing, and when he moved, it was with liquid grace. His dynamic, high-tempo and intricate dancing was done will singing his songs live, which in itself is a feat that not many artists today can do. While Usher comes close, he lacks the charisma and dancing ability of Michael Jackson. He also made an artform of the music video. The MV for Thriller was seminal because of it's movie-like effect.
However, all of his achievements and enormous talent were perhaps overshadowed in later years by his strange habits and controversy which he courted. Child molestation accusations notwithstanding, Michael Jackson still managed to create a stir with instances of peculiarity. His obsessive and compulsive spending would eventually saddle him with a $480m debt and would send him bankrupt. The building of his Neverland Ranch, where he surrounded himself with children and animals, was probably a result of his deprived childhood where he was overworked. He may have dreamed of owning such a place as a child. His treatment of his children was also suspect. Dangling a child off a balcony is not exactly what one would call responsible parenting. His ever-stranger physical appearance, and his miscellaneous eccentric habits, such as insisting on recording songs in pitch-darkness, fuelled the rumours and accusations that dogged him.
Whether you liked him as a person or not, Michael Jackson must at least respected for his contribution to music. The number of fans he had, and still has, tell its own story. His planned 50 concerts in London sold out within minutes of going on sale. That kind of dedication is not the blind following of a flash-in-the-pan artist. It acknowledges that his music resonates with all sorts of people.
Single-handedly, he forever changed pop music and how it was delivered. Although he may or may not make it to heaven, his legacy as a musician will live on.
Word of the day: Michael Jackson
Thursday 18 June 2009
Just in case there's ever a war in Australia
Over the last couple of days, due to increasing amounts of time being holed up in my room, I've come to the realisation that I could live in my room, without ever leaving it, for at least three days.
I have a laptop with Wi-Fi, so I can stay connected to the outside world. I have a mobile phone, so I can stay connected to the outside world in a less nerdy way. I have a charger for said mobile phone, so I don't run out of power when communicating with the outside world. There's a PSP AND a DS, both of which I can download games for from the Internet on my laptop. I can even watch TV on my laptop, like I was doing last night. I have massive speakers, which I can hook up to my laptop or iPod, and fulfill my music needs when I don't want to communicate with the outside world, or when I'm watching TV. On the floor, there are about five soccer balls, two decks of playing cards, a shelf of Lego, and stacks of novels. There is a clarinet and a guitar. Just so that I don't run out of steam on either of these, I have about six guitar picks and about a years supply of reeds.
I even have food in my room, although this is due to the fact that I use two bags for uni, so when I switch I forget to take them out, then I pack too many the next time I use it, so I take them out, etc. I think I may even have a bottle of water under the bed, although cardiac arrest could occur if I were to drink from it. I can even study in my room, as all my textbooks and whatnot are right here. As for bathroom needs...well, there's a big window there leading out to the garden...
All this is fine. I could hole myself up in my room for a week, nay a month. But the thing that I can't get in my room, one thing that I can't fulfill, which I have also discovered this week, is human company. I don't know why. I'm not even that social a person. But I guess I'm only not so social around people I don't know. But I like seeing people that I do know and like on a regular basis. A week is far too long a time without exterior contact, which is exactly what's going on. So in a way, I'm looking forward to the exam tomorrow, because then at least I'll be able to see my homies.
On to the game last night. Just in case you've been living under a rock, don't possess any form of technology, have an IQ of below 50, or you're an AFL fan (snap), the Socceroos played Japan last night for bragging rights, as both of them were already qualified for next year's World Cup.
I must say that Japan has a better second-string team than Australia does. And Australia does, at times, defend terribly.
But we have Cahill.
When Cahill plays, Cahill delivers. He is the Australian Steven Gerrard. Who else scores two for you when you're a goal down?
Another standout player, in my opinion, was Nick Carle. Give him a couple of years, and he could really be something. He's the player that Australia's been missing for a while now. Someone with a bit of class, trickiness and touch. Alternatively, they could just put Isaac in the team. The other teams would just forfeit out of fear, because they know that no matter what they do, they cannot stop the inexorable might of Isaac.
Word of the day: Bedroom
I have a laptop with Wi-Fi, so I can stay connected to the outside world. I have a mobile phone, so I can stay connected to the outside world in a less nerdy way. I have a charger for said mobile phone, so I don't run out of power when communicating with the outside world. There's a PSP AND a DS, both of which I can download games for from the Internet on my laptop. I can even watch TV on my laptop, like I was doing last night. I have massive speakers, which I can hook up to my laptop or iPod, and fulfill my music needs when I don't want to communicate with the outside world, or when I'm watching TV. On the floor, there are about five soccer balls, two decks of playing cards, a shelf of Lego, and stacks of novels. There is a clarinet and a guitar. Just so that I don't run out of steam on either of these, I have about six guitar picks and about a years supply of reeds.
I even have food in my room, although this is due to the fact that I use two bags for uni, so when I switch I forget to take them out, then I pack too many the next time I use it, so I take them out, etc. I think I may even have a bottle of water under the bed, although cardiac arrest could occur if I were to drink from it. I can even study in my room, as all my textbooks and whatnot are right here. As for bathroom needs...well, there's a big window there leading out to the garden...
All this is fine. I could hole myself up in my room for a week, nay a month. But the thing that I can't get in my room, one thing that I can't fulfill, which I have also discovered this week, is human company. I don't know why. I'm not even that social a person. But I guess I'm only not so social around people I don't know. But I like seeing people that I do know and like on a regular basis. A week is far too long a time without exterior contact, which is exactly what's going on. So in a way, I'm looking forward to the exam tomorrow, because then at least I'll be able to see my homies.
On to the game last night. Just in case you've been living under a rock, don't possess any form of technology, have an IQ of below 50, or you're an AFL fan (snap), the Socceroos played Japan last night for bragging rights, as both of them were already qualified for next year's World Cup.
I must say that Japan has a better second-string team than Australia does. And Australia does, at times, defend terribly.
But we have Cahill.
When Cahill plays, Cahill delivers. He is the Australian Steven Gerrard. Who else scores two for you when you're a goal down?
Another standout player, in my opinion, was Nick Carle. Give him a couple of years, and he could really be something. He's the player that Australia's been missing for a while now. Someone with a bit of class, trickiness and touch. Alternatively, they could just put Isaac in the team. The other teams would just forfeit out of fear, because they know that no matter what they do, they cannot stop the inexorable might of Isaac.
Word of the day: Bedroom
Wednesday 17 June 2009
Real Madrid and their possible Coldplay
It'd be such a cool play if Real Madrid bought five football clubs with all the money they're throwing around for players (geddit?! Coldplay - Coolplay? Forget it). Like, buy Newcastle, Sunderland and Hull, and build them into massive clubs. That's be more amusing than them building a super team. And then, when they play each other in the Champions League in ten years time, they could pick who wins the games, thus making a whole stack of money from gambling on the winning team. Such a good business plan.
In the past few days, I have re-discovered how awesome a song The Scientist is. It's good. Lyrically, melodically, instrumentally, vocally, musically, spiritually. All covered.
Word of the day: Coldplay
In the past few days, I have re-discovered how awesome a song The Scientist is. It's good. Lyrically, melodically, instrumentally, vocally, musically, spiritually. All covered.
Word of the day: Coldplay
Tuesday 16 June 2009
Marketing fury
Marketing annoys me. Probably because I hate subjects that are wishy-washy, vague and subjective. Or because it's just terrible in and of itself.
I don't even know how I should go about studying for this. It seems stupid to memorise everything, not to mention mentally taxing and probably impossible, but I'll probably have to do that anyway to have a chance of getting something resembling a good mark. It all seemed so easy when it was multi-choice question tests.
After marketing, the rest of the exams...well, the last exam...should be chillaxed. I mean, it's a week after marketing on Friday, it's French, and it's worth 25%. It's actually been a fairly easy semester. It just so happens that I don't apply myself very well. Bad study habits and all that. Next semester will be different. The last three times that I have said that don't count.
Word of the day: Marketing
I don't even know how I should go about studying for this. It seems stupid to memorise everything, not to mention mentally taxing and probably impossible, but I'll probably have to do that anyway to have a chance of getting something resembling a good mark. It all seemed so easy when it was multi-choice question tests.
After marketing, the rest of the exams...well, the last exam...should be chillaxed. I mean, it's a week after marketing on Friday, it's French, and it's worth 25%. It's actually been a fairly easy semester. It just so happens that I don't apply myself very well. Bad study habits and all that. Next semester will be different. The last three times that I have said that don't count.
Word of the day: Marketing
Sunday 14 June 2009
Real Madrid musings and Rush-released essays
The hot topic of the moment (at least in the football world): Real Madrid and their Galacticos Project Segundo(c) (I think that means Second Galacticos Project). I know everybody has been hanging out for my expert, in-depth, left-field analysis, so here it is.
I'd first like to point out that the last Galacticos project was a footballing, if not economic, failure. Sure, they sold a lot of jerseys to people in Asia. It was alright for the first two seasons. After 2003, the year after they signed Ronaldo, they didn't win anything for three years. And they had Zidane.
The reason for this failure, a reason which looks like being repeated, was the lack the defensive players being signed. This looks like being repeated, with the signings of Kaka and Cronaldo, and the about-to-be-signed rumours of David Villa, Silva, and pretty much anyone who likes to run forward. But no defensive players.
Another contributing factor, which will definitely be repeated this time around, is the titanic clashing of mega egos. This players are all established stars, who each own more trophies than the whole of the Liverpool team combined. It's simple really. Everybody knows that the goal scorers get the glory (and the pay rise). Who's going to pass the ball when they all think that they can score from where they are? And who's going to tell the big star that, instead of belting it from 40m out and missing by double that distance, that maybe they should have passed to the guy who was closer?
A third reason for potential failure, which also occurred last time, was, and still is: how do their arch-rivals Barca do it? They have stars. But not on the scale that Real Madrid propose to have. Every successful team has foot soldiers. Players that get the job done with minimal flair, with little ego, and maximal efficiency, who are willing to sit on the bench if need be. Good teams have good foot soldiers. Real, seemingly pressing for a team made out of 23 stars, will not have these uncomplaining, hard-working players that teams like Barca have. These big-name players actually sulk when put on the bench, ala Cronaldo. I also believe that the footballing philosophy of Barca is also important. The signings they make are in tandem with their style of play. Real just seem content with getting the perceived top players without considering whether they fit their style of football, or whether they really need another person in that position.
I believe that this rash and exorbitant amount of spending will only have an inflationary pressure on the transfer market. Real don't even negotiate. I don't know why, but they just don't. Their transfers all seem to be made in some haste, like the transfer window's closing tomorrow. It seems as though they approach the team that has the player they want, offer an amount of money that no sane club could possibly refuse, and get their player in two days. Why thought? It begs the question of where they get their money from. It's not scary how much money clubs buy players for. What's scary is the fact that they have faith in their ability to make that money back, with a surplus, so they can pay wages and whatnot, and actually still make a massive profit each year.
Good luck to them. If they can pull it off, it should be good football to watch. If, as I suspect it will, dissolve into a haze of in-fighting and massive bust-ups, it'll still be entertaining, in a different way.
And on to the Essay That I Wrote in a Night(c).
Success! Contrary to what I had expected, my essay did not take 18 hours or so to complete. So instead of working up til 1 on Thursday night/Friday morning, waking up at 6 the next day/that day and handing it in at 4, I stayed up til two, woke up at 6 and handed it in at 1. Quality was down a bit, but shouldn't be as bad as what my tutor expects it to be. Which, I guess, is all one can hope for when one writes a 2000-word essay in one night.
Word of the day: Real Madrid
I'd first like to point out that the last Galacticos project was a footballing, if not economic, failure. Sure, they sold a lot of jerseys to people in Asia. It was alright for the first two seasons. After 2003, the year after they signed Ronaldo, they didn't win anything for three years. And they had Zidane.
The reason for this failure, a reason which looks like being repeated, was the lack the defensive players being signed. This looks like being repeated, with the signings of Kaka and Cronaldo, and the about-to-be-signed rumours of David Villa, Silva, and pretty much anyone who likes to run forward. But no defensive players.
Another contributing factor, which will definitely be repeated this time around, is the titanic clashing of mega egos. This players are all established stars, who each own more trophies than the whole of the Liverpool team combined. It's simple really. Everybody knows that the goal scorers get the glory (and the pay rise). Who's going to pass the ball when they all think that they can score from where they are? And who's going to tell the big star that, instead of belting it from 40m out and missing by double that distance, that maybe they should have passed to the guy who was closer?
A third reason for potential failure, which also occurred last time, was, and still is: how do their arch-rivals Barca do it? They have stars. But not on the scale that Real Madrid propose to have. Every successful team has foot soldiers. Players that get the job done with minimal flair, with little ego, and maximal efficiency, who are willing to sit on the bench if need be. Good teams have good foot soldiers. Real, seemingly pressing for a team made out of 23 stars, will not have these uncomplaining, hard-working players that teams like Barca have. These big-name players actually sulk when put on the bench, ala Cronaldo. I also believe that the footballing philosophy of Barca is also important. The signings they make are in tandem with their style of play. Real just seem content with getting the perceived top players without considering whether they fit their style of football, or whether they really need another person in that position.
I believe that this rash and exorbitant amount of spending will only have an inflationary pressure on the transfer market. Real don't even negotiate. I don't know why, but they just don't. Their transfers all seem to be made in some haste, like the transfer window's closing tomorrow. It seems as though they approach the team that has the player they want, offer an amount of money that no sane club could possibly refuse, and get their player in two days. Why thought? It begs the question of where they get their money from. It's not scary how much money clubs buy players for. What's scary is the fact that they have faith in their ability to make that money back, with a surplus, so they can pay wages and whatnot, and actually still make a massive profit each year.
Good luck to them. If they can pull it off, it should be good football to watch. If, as I suspect it will, dissolve into a haze of in-fighting and massive bust-ups, it'll still be entertaining, in a different way.
And on to the Essay That I Wrote in a Night(c).
Success! Contrary to what I had expected, my essay did not take 18 hours or so to complete. So instead of working up til 1 on Thursday night/Friday morning, waking up at 6 the next day/that day and handing it in at 4, I stayed up til two, woke up at 6 and handed it in at 1. Quality was down a bit, but shouldn't be as bad as what my tutor expects it to be. Which, I guess, is all one can hope for when one writes a 2000-word essay in one night.
Word of the day: Real Madrid
Monday 8 June 2009
Je ne comprend pas
Something really weird happened yesterday. Well, not weird like "That's freaky!" weird (like the Pink Highlighter Haunting - it's still in my pencil case - I think...), it's just something I don't understand.
So I did the "mid-semester" (more like three-quarter semester) test for International Studies, and thought that I had completely screwed it up. None of the multi-choice questions I answered seemed to be plausible, my first mini-essay looked like a blur of confusion and not answering the topic, and the second one I hadn't even read up on at all.
This week (that happened three weeks ago), I got my results back and was very surprised, on more than one level. I got a 20.5 out of 25, which I was pretty happy with. It turns out that I answered four out of 5 MC questions right, got what I assume is full marks for my first essay and got slightly less marks for the second one, which was to be expected. The second surprise was that my tutor wrote only one thing at the bottom: "Seek help from Language and Learning Centre with your essay writing skills, or you may not pass the final essay."
Ouch!
What's sad is that I got HD's for International Studies last year, and that was all essay writing too. So even if we factor out my VCE English result, based on that evidence my essay writing should be fine.
But I think my tutor's going to be right about me. Because I haven't started writing my essay yet. And it's due tomorrow. And it's going to be a bad one again. And she's going to call me a fob. It's a sad life.
The reason I haven't finished yet is because I had stats exam today. That went okay. Ran out of time, but I think I passed. Which was my aim to begin with, so that I never, ever have to do it again.
So the action plan now is to type, type, type up until 1. Sleep until 6. Type, type, type until 3 in the arvo. Leave for uni. Hand in assignment. Sounds good. As long as I can type, type, type my essay, and not on Facebook. Or here.
Word of the day: International Studies
So I did the "mid-semester" (more like three-quarter semester) test for International Studies, and thought that I had completely screwed it up. None of the multi-choice questions I answered seemed to be plausible, my first mini-essay looked like a blur of confusion and not answering the topic, and the second one I hadn't even read up on at all.
This week (that happened three weeks ago), I got my results back and was very surprised, on more than one level. I got a 20.5 out of 25, which I was pretty happy with. It turns out that I answered four out of 5 MC questions right, got what I assume is full marks for my first essay and got slightly less marks for the second one, which was to be expected. The second surprise was that my tutor wrote only one thing at the bottom: "Seek help from Language and Learning Centre with your essay writing skills, or you may not pass the final essay."
Ouch!
What's sad is that I got HD's for International Studies last year, and that was all essay writing too. So even if we factor out my VCE English result, based on that evidence my essay writing should be fine.
But I think my tutor's going to be right about me. Because I haven't started writing my essay yet. And it's due tomorrow. And it's going to be a bad one again. And she's going to call me a fob. It's a sad life.
The reason I haven't finished yet is because I had stats exam today. That went okay. Ran out of time, but I think I passed. Which was my aim to begin with, so that I never, ever have to do it again.
So the action plan now is to type, type, type up until 1. Sleep until 6. Type, type, type until 3 in the arvo. Leave for uni. Hand in assignment. Sounds good. As long as I can type, type, type my essay, and not on Facebook. Or here.
Word of the day: International Studies
Thursday 4 June 2009
Weird thrills
As this semester of uni draws to a close, I reflect upon this weird thing that I get a kick from. I've noticed that I get this rush when this happens for quite some time, but I finally contextualised it yesterday.
So there I am in the stats tute, right at the back of the room, minding my own business, when suddenly, a question comes to mind. I state said question in my loud booming voice, and, like well-trained soldiers, all of my tute...mates snap their heads around and stare at me. It's such a rush to see the heads all turning in split-second synchronisation, in all it's predictability and perfection. So I did it again. Twice. Same thing happened. One day next semester, I'll see how many times it happens in one tute before people stop. I should be a psychologist. I notice weird behavioural things in people.
The end of the semester. What a relief. Because the end of the semester (hopefully) signals the end of a dreadful semester of stats. No more regression this, anova that, draw five million pie charts. Still got French oral tomorrow. Wish me luck.
So there I am in the stats tute, right at the back of the room, minding my own business, when suddenly, a question comes to mind. I state said question in my loud booming voice, and, like well-trained soldiers, all of my tute...mates snap their heads around and stare at me. It's such a rush to see the heads all turning in split-second synchronisation, in all it's predictability and perfection. So I did it again. Twice. Same thing happened. One day next semester, I'll see how many times it happens in one tute before people stop. I should be a psychologist. I notice weird behavioural things in people.
The end of the semester. What a relief. Because the end of the semester (hopefully) signals the end of a dreadful semester of stats. No more regression this, anova that, draw five million pie charts. Still got French oral tomorrow. Wish me luck.
Wednesday 3 June 2009
Mysteries that may never be solved
It's been a big few days.
First up, in the immediate aftermath of Man Utd's destruction, I forgot to say how highly I regard Pep Guardiola. That guy is just phenomenal. First season in charge, wins everything on offer with a team that played like rubbish just last season. And he made them do it with style and coolness. Well done.
Second thing, although not exactly big, is me becoming...
Official BusEco Ambassador for Monash University (Clayton Campus).
It would be pretty cool to tell everybody, except for the fact that I have no idea what the job entails. I'm supposed to go on camp. But then what? I'm supposed to...ambass?
Third thing - and this ranks higher on the stupidity scale than on the big scale - is me epicly getting destroyed in the stats assignment. Which isn't disturbing in itself. What's disturbing is I lost almost 40%, and I don't even know how. I mean, I didn't even make that many mistakes. After performing a regression, I now conclude that my tutor is a ridiculously hard marker. Oh well. I'll get over it.
Word of the day: Ambassador
First up, in the immediate aftermath of Man Utd's destruction, I forgot to say how highly I regard Pep Guardiola. That guy is just phenomenal. First season in charge, wins everything on offer with a team that played like rubbish just last season. And he made them do it with style and coolness. Well done.
Second thing, although not exactly big, is me becoming...
Official BusEco Ambassador for Monash University (Clayton Campus).
It would be pretty cool to tell everybody, except for the fact that I have no idea what the job entails. I'm supposed to go on camp. But then what? I'm supposed to...ambass?
Third thing - and this ranks higher on the stupidity scale than on the big scale - is me epicly getting destroyed in the stats assignment. Which isn't disturbing in itself. What's disturbing is I lost almost 40%, and I don't even know how. I mean, I didn't even make that many mistakes. After performing a regression, I now conclude that my tutor is a ridiculously hard marker. Oh well. I'll get over it.
Word of the day: Ambassador
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