Last day of Undergrad (hopefully) Part II - Bad Stuff (Part 2 of a trilogy).

Yes, I've decided to make this a trilogy. For no particular reason, but also because I don't feel like writing that much in one go.

Anyway, the bad stuff that happened, and still does happen, at, or because of, uni.

While uni had many wonderful people, there were many, many bad eggs. Just people that generally grate on my nerves. There weren't so many at high school. Maybe because there were less people. But I'm just more inclined to think that people weren't so nerve-gratey.

Friends are generally quite hard to locate during breaks and stuff.

The workload is massive. I thought VCE was bad. It was easy in comparison to this stuff.

It's always windy. Always. Without fail.

Student politics. I don't want to vote for you. Or anyone else. Go away.

Parking prices. I'd rather not say how much exactly for a blue permit. It seems to make the pain more real.

Many first-year law students. Private school kids that love letting people know that they're doing law, and that they're rich. Not all of them. Most of my closest friends do Law, and they're pretty alright.

That's about all I can think of right now. I'm sure there are many more, but those are the things that stand out/come to mind right now.

So, next up, the final part of the trilogy: Momentous Moments. Until next time.

Word of the Day: Grate

Many happy meetings.

Ok, feeling much better today. Much of what was troubling me has been resolved, or, in most cases, at least partially.

Last night, I had a chat with Linda over MSN, which I haven't done properly for a while.

This morning, had a fairly good hangout session with Irene, just shooting the breeze, which I haven't done for a long while.

Sunshine. I have not felt the comforting blanket of warmth it seems to produce since what seems like forever. If tomorrow is anything like today (weather-wise), I might just go to uni in a shirt.

And maybe some pants. Just maybe.

More specifically, jeans.

Amazing how most of my life revolves around shooting the breeze. Yet I'm not really one to make ridiculously long phonecalls, except to a few people. And that makes it all the more amazing that these breeze-shooting sessions make me very happy and content.

I was in such a good mood, I even managed to beast the International Studies presentation that our group was supposed to give with minimum fuss. Seriously. I'm so proud of how I did. I embellished it, made it funny, and improvised. All while I was reading off notes with incomplete sentences and points that didn't make sense. And I managed to make it sound like I knew what I was talking about. Amazing.

And on that note, I'd like to make a remark upon my group members. Three girls, three people doing Arts/Law, three Macbooks. Looks like my theory about the positive correlation between the amount of law students in the room and the amount of Macbooks in the room is holding true so far.

The sad thing is, the presentation/debate wasn't marked. And there aren't even any participation marks to be gained out of it.

A good day. Just in the nick of time too.

Word of the Day: Meetings

Witnessing failure

Last night, I was a witness for the witness examination thing. I was partnered with the great James Cheng. Or, he was partnered with me, depending on your perspective and your view of who is more important.

We lost. Hence the title.

Oh my, I am a pun machine. Pun after pun after pun.

At least he wasn't late this time. That would've been a debacle.

Anyway, back to last night. I thought I pulled off my part pretty well. I reckon I was a pretty convincing French teacher/non-stalker. Even though James was supposed to...um...protect me, there were a few moments when I felt an urge to defend myself. Damn stupid personality flaws.

But well done to Sammmy and Amy, henceforth known as the Dynamic Duo, for making it into the next round.

I thought we beat the other guy. But it's done on some dodgy point system. And our judge was like "I'm marking you guys more harshly than usual. And I don't know why."

I would also like to ponder about why all my assignments and tests seem to be due at the same time. Every single time. It makes an otherwise great semester a bit of a drag. Well, management does that too. But mainly everything due at the same time.

Word of the Day: Witness