Wednesday, June 9, 2004

"The Americans will always do the right thing... After they've exhausted all the alternatives." Winston Churchill



For the love of...that's right. Freeze up and lose my entry you stupid computer.

Just continue to make me angry.

*resists urge to break things*

So much anger, but I need to get this done.

Right!

Basically, I feel like an armature for an AC Slip Ring motor with a load that is too high.

A rather fitting physics analogy.

Physics does not make any sense whatsoever. I'm attempted study and revision, so many times, that I can't number them.

I don't recall anything of the facts, just the useless rubbish like, 'Michael Faraday's life is a fascinating story.'

Yeah, that really helps me find out what happens to a particle when it crosses a magnetic field line.

I went to the Physics tute in the vain hope that it might help me. Yeah, good luck with that one.

Half an hour in, after reading and rechecking my notes to try and understand what the hell she's saying, I gave up. I groaned, slumped forward and put my text book over my head like a little tent.

'I know it's bad Liam, but it's not that bad.' Quoteth Flynn.

'Trust me, it is.' Sayeth I.

'Does anyone have a problem with this? Michael? You look confused, is there something you don't understand?' Speaketh Mrs Ellyett.

Michael was sitting right beside me.

Talk about being comfortably blind.

So I said, 'screw this.' And packed up and walked out.

Apparently she didn't mind/notice that much/care, lol.

Maths B was incredibly painful. I swear, I'm getting more ignorant as the day goes by.

If you're getting sick of me ranting, at least I'm not blaming my own faults and short comings on others.

So suck it in!

There were a few highlights to the day, one was playing hackey sack an awful lot, and having Jacob [one of the American students that came on a tour here for some reason] join in and show off his ability to catch it with his face!

^_^

Second highlight was Mr Wheatley refer to me as 'resident scholar' in class.

Doesn't mean much to anyone else, but it's important to me, pathetic, aren't I?

Ugh. Frustration doesn't leave.

Right, tomorrow I'd better understand analysis a whole lot better and improve on this stupid C4 I got, or I'm gunna....cry, to be honest.

I feel so tired, I get eight hours sleep, but I feel like I'm going to collapse, I'm on the verge of tears and an explosive fit of violence all at the same time.

As usual, to the would I'm just a polite smile.


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