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Feb. 5th, 2007 04:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycol... phew. Can I start today again, please?
The day started early, as it usually does. I sprung out of bed like a limber gazelle at 6.30am, had some breakfast, was prepped and ready to go. I sauntered into work, and being a good soul, I volunteered to do the main bathrooms, as I'd been quite unfair to Sarah and Christian in taking the week off.
So, I wander into the girl's bathroom. This usually smells better and is a gentle break-in to a morning of scrubbing toilets. This morning presented me with two blocked toilets and a tampon applicater. In the sink. Ladies, must you? Must you really?
I dealt with that calmly. The toilets were sorted out, and I trundled over to the men's toilets. There was the familiar smell, not too much loo paper on the floor, and only the usual pint glass and chewing gum in the urinals. These are old and familiar friends to me. The bathroom all looked rather clean, until I glanced into one of the cubicles and was horrified. Oh sweet lord.
One puke bonus later, I figured that things couldn't get much worse. I got a cup of tea with Sarah, and after that I found my DI2006 module with absolutely no hassle whatsoever. Then I realised that my class was FILLED WITH CRAZIES.
I thought it was going to be a nice, theoretical module. You know. Talk about the historical stuff and what people thought. You know. No actual, er, God. Or at least no, er, overt belief. Seriously, OH MY GOD MY CLASS IS FILLED WITH CRAZIES. FILLED WITH CRAZY GOD-PEOPLE. CRAZY GOD-PEOPLE WHO ARE IN TRAINING TO BECOME PRIESTS. He was an older man and oh my god I flail. I FLAIL IN A WAY THAT IS UPSETTING.
Also, I didn't understand many of the words in the introductory lectures. I'm going to stick with it to make a point, but sweet lord, I have no intention of socialising in that class because of the CRAZY PEOPLE.
Then my 11am - MO2006 - was TERRIFYING. It was taught by Professor Michael Bentley, who is clearly awesome, but apparently I have to spent actual time in the Physics and Astronomy building. Will I catch something from the scientists? It's only one day a week, I suppose.
I crawled home at this point and had lunch. Thus far, this represents the highlight of my day.
Mediaeval was a farce. Everyone turned up at the Buchanan, where we normally have our lectures. Then rumours started abounding that we were, in fact, in School 3. But wait! cried the more perceptive amongst us. That is where Film Studies is!
Apparently not. This was also a surprise to the Film Studies students, I hasten to point out. I eventually managed to register for all my classes, though, and wandered to Blackwells, spent Christmas book tokens on the books I needed (and, er, Thud) and being an environmentally aware young woman, I didn't take a carrier bag. I decided to walk back via the Physics building, but that is on a hill. I did not know this.
I am, it turns out, still fairly ill. I ended up stopping for a rest and sitting on the floor and trying to breathe as deeply as I can. Argh. I don't want to take the car in, because it's a waste of petrol and a stupid attack on the environment, but I might have to start taking the bus at this rate. (I don't, generally, take the car into a place where I can get the bus if the weather goes sour. Or I try to.)
Argh. What a bloody long day. Seriously, though, divinity looks like it's going to be murder and modern history looks like death warmed up. Plus two jobs - one of which I have to actually think for - and that Docsoc Thing.
I have, however, completed my meticulously drawn out schedule. I have stuff on FRIDAYS. This seems unfair. DI2006 as been jiggled around to 9am and is now on Friday, as well as lumping a tutorial on my on Fridays. So, you know, not so much with seeing Simon this semester, either.
I'm going out this evening to see Pan's Labryinth. I can neither afford this, nor am I healthy enough to do so, but it's nice catching up with people. And this may be my last time to socialise EVER looking at the already quite-large-pile of Stuff To Do.
The day started early, as it usually does. I sprung out of bed like a limber gazelle at 6.30am, had some breakfast, was prepped and ready to go. I sauntered into work, and being a good soul, I volunteered to do the main bathrooms, as I'd been quite unfair to Sarah and Christian in taking the week off.
So, I wander into the girl's bathroom. This usually smells better and is a gentle break-in to a morning of scrubbing toilets. This morning presented me with two blocked toilets and a tampon applicater. In the sink. Ladies, must you? Must you really?
I dealt with that calmly. The toilets were sorted out, and I trundled over to the men's toilets. There was the familiar smell, not too much loo paper on the floor, and only the usual pint glass and chewing gum in the urinals. These are old and familiar friends to me. The bathroom all looked rather clean, until I glanced into one of the cubicles and was horrified. Oh sweet lord.
One puke bonus later, I figured that things couldn't get much worse. I got a cup of tea with Sarah, and after that I found my DI2006 module with absolutely no hassle whatsoever. Then I realised that my class was FILLED WITH CRAZIES.
I thought it was going to be a nice, theoretical module. You know. Talk about the historical stuff and what people thought. You know. No actual, er, God. Or at least no, er, overt belief. Seriously, OH MY GOD MY CLASS IS FILLED WITH CRAZIES. FILLED WITH CRAZY GOD-PEOPLE. CRAZY GOD-PEOPLE WHO ARE IN TRAINING TO BECOME PRIESTS. He was an older man and oh my god I flail. I FLAIL IN A WAY THAT IS UPSETTING.
Also, I didn't understand many of the words in the introductory lectures. I'm going to stick with it to make a point, but sweet lord, I have no intention of socialising in that class because of the CRAZY PEOPLE.
Then my 11am - MO2006 - was TERRIFYING. It was taught by Professor Michael Bentley, who is clearly awesome, but apparently I have to spent actual time in the Physics and Astronomy building. Will I catch something from the scientists? It's only one day a week, I suppose.
I crawled home at this point and had lunch. Thus far, this represents the highlight of my day.
Mediaeval was a farce. Everyone turned up at the Buchanan, where we normally have our lectures. Then rumours started abounding that we were, in fact, in School 3. But wait! cried the more perceptive amongst us. That is where Film Studies is!
Apparently not. This was also a surprise to the Film Studies students, I hasten to point out. I eventually managed to register for all my classes, though, and wandered to Blackwells, spent Christmas book tokens on the books I needed (and, er, Thud) and being an environmentally aware young woman, I didn't take a carrier bag. I decided to walk back via the Physics building, but that is on a hill. I did not know this.
I am, it turns out, still fairly ill. I ended up stopping for a rest and sitting on the floor and trying to breathe as deeply as I can. Argh. I don't want to take the car in, because it's a waste of petrol and a stupid attack on the environment, but I might have to start taking the bus at this rate. (I don't, generally, take the car into a place where I can get the bus if the weather goes sour. Or I try to.)
Argh. What a bloody long day. Seriously, though, divinity looks like it's going to be murder and modern history looks like death warmed up. Plus two jobs - one of which I have to actually think for - and that Docsoc Thing.
I have, however, completed my meticulously drawn out schedule. I have stuff on FRIDAYS. This seems unfair. DI2006 as been jiggled around to 9am and is now on Friday, as well as lumping a tutorial on my on Fridays. So, you know, not so much with seeing Simon this semester, either.
I'm going out this evening to see Pan's Labryinth. I can neither afford this, nor am I healthy enough to do so, but it's nice catching up with people. And this may be my last time to socialise EVER looking at the already quite-large-pile of Stuff To Do.
