A lyric from a forthcoming Usher song. Apparently it means "I'm really cool." But "I'm so fly" is so much more eloquent and beautiful in it's pristine awesomeness.
So yeah, I haven't been disowned by my mother over my results. She took it quite well actually. She was like, well, you didn't fail, so it's not all bad. But you probably should work out a way to do better next sem, because, you know, accounting is kind of important.
I think I've found a method. The method, passed down the generations, father-to-son and all that jazz, is called prioritising i.e. not pouring my soul into International Studies and French, and actually putting some time into my Commerce subjects.
I would like to know the fail rate though. It would help me put things in perspective.
Went to Mount Dandenong for dinner just then. It's so nice up there. The waitresses, the food, the view, the service, the frigid mountain air. It's cool. Might take someone special up there, when I get a car.
Which brings me nicely to my next point. It appears that I may be getting a car sooner than expected. And sadly, not through any endeavour of my own. Apparently, my dad's thinking about getting a car now. But yeah. That might change in the next week. You can never tell. One week he's all like "No. Final." Then the next week he'll be like "Let's get a second-hand car." Then it'll be back to "No." This week, he was like "Let's get a new car." In summary, I'm not getting my hopes up too much.
Today also marks the beginning of an annual period of stupidity, which I shall now call "Andrew's Awkwardness", because it's alliterative, and...yeah. That's about it.
See, it's around this time in the year, where I realise that I've misplaced the mental Christmas wishlist that I've had stored up in my brain. I'm dead serious, next year, I will write down what I want. Right now, All I can think of is a bag. And like, I'm fairly sure that wasn't on the list until yesterday. Probably because I don't need one all that much. I would ask my parents to get me true love, but the last time I looked, there wasn't much of that on the shelves at Myer.
Word of the Day: Fly
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Saturday, 5 December 2009
Thursday, 3 December 2009
Instead of punching a wall
Instead of punching a wall, I'll blog to siphon off my misery.
I would actually punch a wall, except I'd a) wake my family up, and b)have to repair it afterwards, assuming I'm strong enough to break it.
I did reasonably well in everything except the subject that mattered: accounting. I don't know why it hates me so much. I thought I did alright in the exam, but apparently not. Might have been that, in conjunction with the group assignment.
The stupid thing was, the results were sent to my mobile while I was watching 2012 tonight, which added to my stress levels. I hate watching films like that. I'm actually scared of massive, cataclysmic disasters. Just not this particular one, because of various reasons. It also completely screwed up what would have otherwise been one of the best days that I've had this year, or at least in a while.
I'm going to console myself in two ways.
1. I'm definitely working harder next semester. That's my problem. I don't apply myself properly. It's alright with nuff-nuff subjects like management, it just doesn't quite cut it with real subjects like accounting.
2. I've gotten bad marks before and bounced back.
Now I just kind of need to find a way of explaining to my parents without getting destroyed.
I'm not only disappointing them, I've disappointed myself. I expect a lot better of myself, because I know that I have it in me to do it.
I may just partake in some wall-punching tomorrow, provided I get bored and frustrated enough.
Word of the Day: Wall
I would actually punch a wall, except I'd a) wake my family up, and b)have to repair it afterwards, assuming I'm strong enough to break it.
I did reasonably well in everything except the subject that mattered: accounting. I don't know why it hates me so much. I thought I did alright in the exam, but apparently not. Might have been that, in conjunction with the group assignment.
The stupid thing was, the results were sent to my mobile while I was watching 2012 tonight, which added to my stress levels. I hate watching films like that. I'm actually scared of massive, cataclysmic disasters. Just not this particular one, because of various reasons. It also completely screwed up what would have otherwise been one of the best days that I've had this year, or at least in a while.
I'm going to console myself in two ways.
1. I'm definitely working harder next semester. That's my problem. I don't apply myself properly. It's alright with nuff-nuff subjects like management, it just doesn't quite cut it with real subjects like accounting.
2. I've gotten bad marks before and bounced back.
Now I just kind of need to find a way of explaining to my parents without getting destroyed.
I'm not only disappointing them, I've disappointed myself. I expect a lot better of myself, because I know that I have it in me to do it.
I may just partake in some wall-punching tomorrow, provided I get bored and frustrated enough.
Word of the Day: Wall
Thursday, 16 July 2009
Exam results...again
So for the third time in my uni career, exam results have come out.
Overall, I was pretty stoked. But behind each mark is a story, a story worth telling.
Marketing was a 74. This was pretty much the only slight disappointment in the whole package, due mostly to the fact that I got two HD's and a D during the semester. Well, one of the HD's was completely unexpected, but still. Should've done better I reckon.
Stats was a 65. I'm pretty damn happy about this, owing to the fact that my only wish was to pass this godforsaken unit. The only redeeming feature of this unit was the fact that the exam was, and probably always will be, dead easy.
French was an 80. I have no idea why. I completely expected to screw up my 1500 word culture assignment, which was worth 25%, owing to the fact that I did it in about two nights, one of which was used to watch the movie I was supposed to analyse, and the fact that I didn't use any sources, but apparently I got 70-something for that. I also completely screwed up the exam, but I guess my...um..."consistent application" throughout the semester helped.
International Studies was huge. What an effort (or lack thereof). I seem to have a magical affinity with this subject. As in, I always manage to pull off awesome waffle. I probably got 0 marks for participation, because Arts students like talking a lot and my group presentation involved a warped form of musical chairs. But then, I did get HD for the "midsem" test and first essay. But what was depressing was that my midsem test came back with one comment: "I suggest you seek help with your essay writing skills, or you may fail your final essay." I mean, not even a little praise, or a little "you did well in this aspect," and no consideration for that fact that I was under severe time constraints with too much to write. The more avid followers of my blog may remember me "harping on" about this a while back. I, being the proud, nay, arrogant (a person without justification for their pride), and deluded person that I am, did not seek help.
Anyway, I ended up writing up the final essay in one night (in fact, the night straight after the stats exam). I'd like to think that the "you should seek help" remark galvanised me, but I think it was actually the fear of failure which kept my up til 2 and woke me up at 5. That, plus adrenaline from the stats exam. I actually thought that my tutor would be vindicated in telling me to seek out help.
I guess they must have loved my waffle of an essay, worth 40%, because somehow I pulled of an overall 81. That's an all-time high by the way.
Hope to improve on this next semester, and hope y'all did even better in your exams. I'm sure your stories are even more interesting than mine, which is not necessarily a good thing.
Word of the day: Surprised
Overall, I was pretty stoked. But behind each mark is a story, a story worth telling.
Marketing was a 74. This was pretty much the only slight disappointment in the whole package, due mostly to the fact that I got two HD's and a D during the semester. Well, one of the HD's was completely unexpected, but still. Should've done better I reckon.
Stats was a 65. I'm pretty damn happy about this, owing to the fact that my only wish was to pass this godforsaken unit. The only redeeming feature of this unit was the fact that the exam was, and probably always will be, dead easy.
French was an 80. I have no idea why. I completely expected to screw up my 1500 word culture assignment, which was worth 25%, owing to the fact that I did it in about two nights, one of which was used to watch the movie I was supposed to analyse, and the fact that I didn't use any sources, but apparently I got 70-something for that. I also completely screwed up the exam, but I guess my...um..."consistent application" throughout the semester helped.
International Studies was huge. What an effort (or lack thereof). I seem to have a magical affinity with this subject. As in, I always manage to pull off awesome waffle. I probably got 0 marks for participation, because Arts students like talking a lot and my group presentation involved a warped form of musical chairs. But then, I did get HD for the "midsem" test and first essay. But what was depressing was that my midsem test came back with one comment: "I suggest you seek help with your essay writing skills, or you may fail your final essay." I mean, not even a little praise, or a little "you did well in this aspect," and no consideration for that fact that I was under severe time constraints with too much to write. The more avid followers of my blog may remember me "harping on" about this a while back. I, being the proud, nay, arrogant (a person without justification for their pride), and deluded person that I am, did not seek help.
Anyway, I ended up writing up the final essay in one night (in fact, the night straight after the stats exam). I'd like to think that the "you should seek help" remark galvanised me, but I think it was actually the fear of failure which kept my up til 2 and woke me up at 5. That, plus adrenaline from the stats exam. I actually thought that my tutor would be vindicated in telling me to seek out help.
I guess they must have loved my waffle of an essay, worth 40%, because somehow I pulled of an overall 81. That's an all-time high by the way.
Hope to improve on this next semester, and hope y'all did even better in your exams. I'm sure your stories are even more interesting than mine, which is not necessarily a good thing.
Word of the day: Surprised
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