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Tuesday, May 24, 2005

It wasn't fine and it wasn't twenty-three degrees.


You know, not that I'm saying I could do a better job at predicting the weather than the Bureau of Meteorology or anything. But it was freezing! And it didn't help that I didn't get a break for lunch today, either. In Chopper Read's immortal words: "whinge, fucken whinge".

I had chem lab today. It's one of those things that you should either do a lot of, or none at all. I reckon that my lab incompetency could be cured by lots and lots of lab work. As they say, practice makes perfect. But I'm limited to four hours, one day a week. I've got to say, the whole chemistry lab environment intimidates me. So much care and precision is needed, and a small mistake could undo hours of work or worse still, endanger health and life.


City view from the second year organic laboratory.

The City from the Second-Year Organic Chemistry Laboratory.

I feel a little silly in the lab too. I feel small. Usually in any other environment I'd be what they call an independent learner, and stubbornly so - even if I don't understand something, I wouldn't ask for help. But in chemistry, I have some odd need for a lab demonstrator to be around a lot of the time, making sure that I'm not doing anything wrong.


Tomorrow, I have to give a second presentation this week. Presentations are another thing that I reckon one should do a lot of or none at all, for some of the same reasons. Yesterday, I presented my tutorial group with Social Purposes of Assessment. I tried to break away from reading off notes and speak off the cuff with some dot points for reference... and it wasn't a total failure. Nor was it a total success.

Now I have to give a talk on a photoelectric experiment in physics tomorrow. It shouldn't be that bad, at least this time I actually know a little about what I'm talking about.

Both presentations were/are a part of a group thing and in both I reckon that I've had a bit of an uneven share of the load foisted upon me. But the thing is, I don't really mind. I think I'm a doormat.


Listening to:
Title: Suicide Is Painless
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Album/station: Forever Delayed (2002)
Length: 3.29