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Dec. 8th, 2006 05:16 pmCollege is fun :-)
The kind of college where you turn up and don't have to go to lessons is oddly relaxing.
I did some reading, hunted library books, found everyone else in class already has all the ones as mention Brecht, hunted other library books, ended up with enough to see me through the holidays and some.
Then I watched a video, which turned out to be saying only the things that were in an essay I already read. It would be handy if that was marked somewhere clearly.
Also, the reason I went in, I handed in the essay. I had to get a CDR to put the electronic version on. Huge great CD, itty bitty Word file.
While I am willing to admit that Word does some things I'm sure I'd find useful if I could be bothered to learn about them, I'd really rather it didn't do them without me telling it to.
... I realise I probably pushed a button. Not the point.
So anyways, essay is all handed in, presentation only needs typing and a few images for it - so far I'm thinking a cage made of a shopping basket and a brick made of sponge, but I'm wondering if I'm just being surreal on general reflex habit - write up about the presentation is the next thing on the list. 600 words by next friday, contending for theoretical 10% therefore practical between 4 and 7 percent of total grade. About this I can stress less. Today's essay was 1200 words 40% and needed a bit more thought.
Mum thinks the only reason I have so much trouble with essays is from trying. Thinks I should just aim lower and try less, like everyone else.
Thanks mum. Helpful.
Every time I talk to mum about college I end up vastly depressed I'm not at the UEA.
But every time I think about the UEA as a physical place I get the hide-under-desk-now thing going on, so, really not minding not going where all the many many are.
The whole studying thing would work much easier if I didn't keep on wandering off thinking Jack/Iantoporn plotbunnies.
Good thing of course being that I can apply all the theory knowledge to any resulting fic or indeed to Torchwood itself.
I love my degree. Really. Apart from the having to pass it thing it is rather a lot of fun.
The kind of college where you turn up and don't have to go to lessons is oddly relaxing.
I did some reading, hunted library books, found everyone else in class already has all the ones as mention Brecht, hunted other library books, ended up with enough to see me through the holidays and some.
Then I watched a video, which turned out to be saying only the things that were in an essay I already read. It would be handy if that was marked somewhere clearly.
Also, the reason I went in, I handed in the essay. I had to get a CDR to put the electronic version on. Huge great CD, itty bitty Word file.
While I am willing to admit that Word does some things I'm sure I'd find useful if I could be bothered to learn about them, I'd really rather it didn't do them without me telling it to.
... I realise I probably pushed a button. Not the point.
So anyways, essay is all handed in, presentation only needs typing and a few images for it - so far I'm thinking a cage made of a shopping basket and a brick made of sponge, but I'm wondering if I'm just being surreal on general reflex habit - write up about the presentation is the next thing on the list. 600 words by next friday, contending for theoretical 10% therefore practical between 4 and 7 percent of total grade. About this I can stress less. Today's essay was 1200 words 40% and needed a bit more thought.
Mum thinks the only reason I have so much trouble with essays is from trying. Thinks I should just aim lower and try less, like everyone else.
Thanks mum. Helpful.
Every time I talk to mum about college I end up vastly depressed I'm not at the UEA.
But every time I think about the UEA as a physical place I get the hide-under-desk-now thing going on, so, really not minding not going where all the many many are.
The whole studying thing would work much easier if I didn't keep on wandering off thinking Jack/Ianto
Good thing of course being that I can apply all the theory knowledge to any resulting fic or indeed to Torchwood itself.
I love my degree. Really. Apart from the having to pass it thing it is rather a lot of fun.