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Oh bother...
May. 17th, 2006 05:07 pmThe last two days, I've managed to revise a chapter of M11, a chapter of M12, and do an M14 past paper. M13 was revised to death last week so I will go back to it later. Computing?
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Say, look, a badger with a gun! *points wildly out of window*
That is, computing is... going to go horribly wrong. I have no recollection of the articles I've already studied and I haven't even finished revising all the material (with my four maths units, this is the second or third time for each chapter).
The funny thing is that I'm not that stressed. I think this is because I am blaming the lecturer for it and so feel he doesn't deserve my good marks... or some other half-arsed excuse.
I'm not sure if I'll be able to shake myself out of this feeling.
Anyway, today I have managed one M12 chapter, half an M11 chapter and not much else - due to a combination of timing issues and a sudden dizzy spell (this happened at the start of the Easter holidays too, and my mum said it was a reaction to spending too much time staring at maths. I am prepared to believe her on this, but the annoying thing is everything I like doing and everything I have to do involves reading, screens or both. Hence the reason why I'm at a laptop even though it's not helping).
I really want to say something that's not about revision, but there seriously isn't much at the moment.
I've started hating the sound of my housemates' voices again. Possibly every time I hear loud excited male voices, I assume they're up to no good ^^ Still, there's less than a month left to go in this house, so meh.
Ooh! My family are moving house! It... all sounds very stressful and I'm glad I'm not there. It'll be kind of weird coming home to a different home, but on the other hand I will have a room on the first floor instead of the ground floor. And a desk. (Revising on a desk instead of a bed these last few weeks has made a lot of difference. Desk love.)
I figure taking a break now - when I don't work well anyway (I'm definitely a morning person when it comes to working) is better than persisting. (Cunningly, I have procrastinated enough that there's now no point in carrying on. Mwaha.)
I wish I had a dictaphone or something. If I get dizzy enough that I can't use the computer at home, I can dictate to Nik (which has occurred on two occasions). Still, he might not like having to write down this particular idea. (He thinks it's insane and will never work. I intend to prove him wrong.)
There. A whole journal entry not containing any memes. It can be done.
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Say, look, a badger with a gun! *points wildly out of window*
That is, computing is... going to go horribly wrong. I have no recollection of the articles I've already studied and I haven't even finished revising all the material (with my four maths units, this is the second or third time for each chapter).
The funny thing is that I'm not that stressed. I think this is because I am blaming the lecturer for it and so feel he doesn't deserve my good marks... or some other half-arsed excuse.
I'm not sure if I'll be able to shake myself out of this feeling.
Anyway, today I have managed one M12 chapter, half an M11 chapter and not much else - due to a combination of timing issues and a sudden dizzy spell (this happened at the start of the Easter holidays too, and my mum said it was a reaction to spending too much time staring at maths. I am prepared to believe her on this, but the annoying thing is everything I like doing and everything I have to do involves reading, screens or both. Hence the reason why I'm at a laptop even though it's not helping).
I really want to say something that's not about revision, but there seriously isn't much at the moment.
I've started hating the sound of my housemates' voices again. Possibly every time I hear loud excited male voices, I assume they're up to no good ^^ Still, there's less than a month left to go in this house, so meh.
Ooh! My family are moving house! It... all sounds very stressful and I'm glad I'm not there. It'll be kind of weird coming home to a different home, but on the other hand I will have a room on the first floor instead of the ground floor. And a desk. (Revising on a desk instead of a bed these last few weeks has made a lot of difference. Desk love.)
I figure taking a break now - when I don't work well anyway (I'm definitely a morning person when it comes to working) is better than persisting. (Cunningly, I have procrastinated enough that there's now no point in carrying on. Mwaha.)
I wish I had a dictaphone or something. If I get dizzy enough that I can't use the computer at home, I can dictate to Nik (which has occurred on two occasions). Still, he might not like having to write down this particular idea. (He thinks it's insane and will never work. I intend to prove him wrong.)
There. A whole journal entry not containing any memes. It can be done.
