I feel like once you start school you can't stop. I keep wanting to learn things, and even at the point where I stop wanting to learn things I can't stop anyway. I want to be better and to grow, and they only way I can think of to do that is to keep learning.
I possibly could have stopped school in Year 10 and joined the workforce then. But I feel that I would have stagnated there, thus gained no improvement. Same goes for Year 12, and for the possibility of dropping out now, and for the possibility of not going on to do Honours or the College of Law =/
I sort of feel trapped, but at the same time I know that I have to keep going. I have to work hard, in order to keep learning. The only point I can see where I'll be able to stop is when I drop dead.
Tuesday, 26 April 2011
Wednesday, 23 March 2011
So I over-reacted
1) I was tired and couldn't sleep
2) That girl is still annoying
3) I'm angry because I feel obliged to react somehow, despite not having any reaction.
I guess I can't listen to people all the time, it does get irritating eventually especially late at night when I just want to sleep.
2) That girl is still annoying
3) I'm angry because I feel obliged to react somehow, despite not having any reaction.
I guess I can't listen to people all the time, it does get irritating eventually especially late at night when I just want to sleep.
I'll end up helping her because it's right, but I won't like it
So there's this girl doing psychology with me. Let's call her W. Last year we did statistics and sat in the lecture together a few times. Everytime we sat next to each other I wanted to punch her, because she would not shut up and it took me every ounce of my brain to process what Eugene was saying. I eventually wised up and sat alone in the front of the class.
Today, she told me that one of her friends, N, had committed suicide.
I had interacted with N a total of 5 times.
1) She joined Rotaract and I said hi to her at the info night last year semester 2.
2) She helped out at the Biggest Morning Tea which I swung by to get some tea
3) She emailed me once to book a table for Trivia Night, and was probably there while I was there, though I didn't see her
4) She attended the Christmas picnic that I also attended. I said hi
5) We manned the stall for Rotaract one of the days for O-week
In all, I didn't know her that well. W brought it upon herself to tell me, thinking that I'd know N well. I asked her if she was okay, and told her that if she felt overwhelmed she should go talk to the counsellors at the Student Services building.
She wants to meet up sometime this week, and I do not. I feel as though I shouldn't be obliged to talk to you just because you're sad. W and I are not close friends and as far as I know she is bloody annoying. My current attitude is, W is not my problem and she has her own group of friends to talk to. I would like her to leave me alone.
That probably makes me sound like a horrible selfish person, but I guess that's what I am.
Today, she told me that one of her friends, N, had committed suicide.
I had interacted with N a total of 5 times.
1) She joined Rotaract and I said hi to her at the info night last year semester 2.
2) She helped out at the Biggest Morning Tea which I swung by to get some tea
3) She emailed me once to book a table for Trivia Night, and was probably there while I was there, though I didn't see her
4) She attended the Christmas picnic that I also attended. I said hi
5) We manned the stall for Rotaract one of the days for O-week
In all, I didn't know her that well. W brought it upon herself to tell me, thinking that I'd know N well. I asked her if she was okay, and told her that if she felt overwhelmed she should go talk to the counsellors at the Student Services building.
She wants to meet up sometime this week, and I do not. I feel as though I shouldn't be obliged to talk to you just because you're sad. W and I are not close friends and as far as I know she is bloody annoying. My current attitude is, W is not my problem and she has her own group of friends to talk to. I would like her to leave me alone.
That probably makes me sound like a horrible selfish person, but I guess that's what I am.
Tuesday, 22 February 2011
Well... shit
No matter what happens in Libya, whether or not Quackdaffy is overthrown they’ll just end up with another dictator and go to shit for the next 30 years. Once he’s overthrown everyone will forget about what has happened and will not make any steps in making the quality of life in Libya any better.
It’s happened in Afghanistan and Somalia. The rest of the world tried to interfere and tried to “fix” what was wrong, and now these countries are still messed up… but no one cares.
Nothing is going to be solved until everyone on the entire planet protests, goes on strike from doing anything and shouts “Hey, this isn’t working for most people. We’re not going back to work until something better is available.”
But that’s not going to happen because not everyone is educated or aware.
Awareness can be raised via news, blogs and oddly petitions. But signing internet petitions is completely useless as it is a form of slacktivism.
Slacktivism is defined as “the search for the ultimate feel-good that derives from having come to society’s rescue without actually getting one’s hands dirty, volunteering any of one’s time, or opening one’s wallet. It’s slacktivism that prompts us to forward appeals for business cards on behalf of a dying child intent upon having his name recorded in the Guinness World Book of Records or exhortations to others to continue circulating a particular e-mail because some big company has supposedly promised that every forward will generate monies for the care of a languishing tot. Likewise, it’s slacktivism that prompts us to want to join a boycott of designated gas companies or eschew buying gasoline on a particular day rather than reduce our personal consumption of fossil fuels by driving less and taking the bus more often. Slacktivism comes in many forms, but its defining characteristic is its central theme of doing good with little or no effort on the part of the person inspired to participate, through the mechanisms of forwarding, exhorting, collecting, or e-signing.” (Detailed explaination here)
My head is hurting. Crap happens, nothing I can physically do about it to actually help. Thinking of joining the socialist alternative… except for the fact that I’m scared of them.
On a slightly less mopey note, this year I will donate blood.
It’s happened in Afghanistan and Somalia. The rest of the world tried to interfere and tried to “fix” what was wrong, and now these countries are still messed up… but no one cares.
Nothing is going to be solved until everyone on the entire planet protests, goes on strike from doing anything and shouts “Hey, this isn’t working for most people. We’re not going back to work until something better is available.”
But that’s not going to happen because not everyone is educated or aware.
Awareness can be raised via news, blogs and oddly petitions. But signing internet petitions is completely useless as it is a form of slacktivism.
Slacktivism is defined as “the search for the ultimate feel-good that derives from having come to society’s rescue without actually getting one’s hands dirty, volunteering any of one’s time, or opening one’s wallet. It’s slacktivism that prompts us to forward appeals for business cards on behalf of a dying child intent upon having his name recorded in the Guinness World Book of Records or exhortations to others to continue circulating a particular e-mail because some big company has supposedly promised that every forward will generate monies for the care of a languishing tot. Likewise, it’s slacktivism that prompts us to want to join a boycott of designated gas companies or eschew buying gasoline on a particular day rather than reduce our personal consumption of fossil fuels by driving less and taking the bus more often. Slacktivism comes in many forms, but its defining characteristic is its central theme of doing good with little or no effort on the part of the person inspired to participate, through the mechanisms of forwarding, exhorting, collecting, or e-signing.” (Detailed explaination here)
My head is hurting. Crap happens, nothing I can physically do about it to actually help. Thinking of joining the socialist alternative… except for the fact that I’m scared of them.
On a slightly less mopey note, this year I will donate blood.
Saturday, 22 January 2011
Capstone Blog Post
Since my last post:
Exam results
I did fairly well last semester, three distintions and a credit. Had to wait a while for some of the results to come out because apparently university administrators are douches and don't pay teachers properly. Or so I heard.
Thailand
I went to Thailand for a few days. Most of the time was spent in high end hotels or resorts and shopping centers. On the actual days where my cousins actually decided to experience some culture we walked on the beach, ate from proper local restaurants (super super cheap food. Like $1.50 meals), walked the streets of chinatown, bought things from street vendors and caught tuk tuks (open air taxis, often dragged by motorbikes in Bangkok and cars in Koh Samui). Bought a lot of cheap clothes and shoes, but also a lot of bottled water (feel so guilty about that. didn't see any recycling bins but we weren't allowed to drink from the tap).
Meeting the parents
Bumblebee was asked (by mum) to come to dinner. We had steam boat/sukiyaki (whatever you want to call it). After dinner we played mahjong and card games. I RULE at Big 2.
Chinese New Year Twilight Parade
I am going to be performing in the parade (woo!). The first rehearsal I went to was okay, but the next day I sore like no one's business.
Enrolment
Managed to enrol in most of my classes but eStudent was being a lagtastic bitch which meant the prerequisites hadn't been processed so I had to get a waiver. I also have my class timetable prepared for registration in 6 days (because I'm crazy like that).
And that's life.
Exam results
I did fairly well last semester, three distintions and a credit. Had to wait a while for some of the results to come out because apparently university administrators are douches and don't pay teachers properly. Or so I heard.
Thailand
I went to Thailand for a few days. Most of the time was spent in high end hotels or resorts and shopping centers. On the actual days where my cousins actually decided to experience some culture we walked on the beach, ate from proper local restaurants (super super cheap food. Like $1.50 meals), walked the streets of chinatown, bought things from street vendors and caught tuk tuks (open air taxis, often dragged by motorbikes in Bangkok and cars in Koh Samui). Bought a lot of cheap clothes and shoes, but also a lot of bottled water (feel so guilty about that. didn't see any recycling bins but we weren't allowed to drink from the tap).
Meeting the parents
Bumblebee was asked (by mum) to come to dinner. We had steam boat/sukiyaki (whatever you want to call it). After dinner we played mahjong and card games. I RULE at Big 2.
Chinese New Year Twilight Parade
I am going to be performing in the parade (woo!). The first rehearsal I went to was okay, but the next day I sore like no one's business.
Enrolment
Managed to enrol in most of my classes but eStudent was being a lagtastic bitch which meant the prerequisites hadn't been processed so I had to get a waiver. I also have my class timetable prepared for registration in 6 days (because I'm crazy like that).
And that's life.
Monday, 22 November 2010
it's that time again
exam time! I'm on my last exam, and while this should be a joyous occasion I am plagued with the red tide and cramps. Which means terrible crazy mood swings so sometimes I'm happy and sometimes I want to throw things against the wall. Yay for me.
Tuesday, 16 November 2010
new phone!
so the birthday wasn't too bad. no one called me fat, probably because it was my birth day, but my brother was told he'd put on weight. got some cash and a new phone as presents. all is forgiven. gee i'm fickle.
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