Just a load of Hyper-BULL
Hurray! First blog post!
I graduated from Microbiology in September and a few weeks after my graduation I started a masters course in science communication. There are exactly 12 people in my class, and I would even push that by saying there are 12 and a half people in my class. The half person accounts a boy who I think might be Harry Potter who comes to class 20 minutes late.
However, I did not intend to write this blog about potential Harry Potter candidate(s).
The science communication masters is great. It’s so inspiring, interesting and thought provocative.
However, there is this one class which is a bit out of my classes’ league so to speak. This class is research methods.This class is like a sitting in a foreign language class...in a foreign country. I just don't get it.
Research methods isn’t a class I particularly look forward to mainly because of how boring and obscure the class is. I’m sure I’m speaking for most of the class when I say that.
Myself, Lucas (a.k.a. Mr Fluffles) and Ruth (a.k.a. Sinus) were walking to class from the library and we were...let’s say, concerned, about how to avoid boredom in this obscure and difficult-to-understand-if-you’re-human class. So we thought of ideas on how to overcome this boredom with big, mental, fun plans.
Anti-boredom plan making usually starts off with Lucas moaning about the research methods class. That is followed by obscure conversation about boxes and games.
Then Ruth a.k.a Sinus, pitched in by suggesting a game of pictionary. Myself and Lucas a.k.a. Mr Fluffles didn't have any clue what pictionary involved..which is a bit embarrassing.
(I like ominosity)
So in we went, the class had started and the lecturer began talking about obscurity that was like foreign language to me. I never noticed that class had started because I was playing pictionary with Ruth a.k.a. Sinus, and lost epically. Lucas a.k.a. Mr Fluffles did notice that class had started and he began the slow and painful path of breaking.
Research methods class is a lot like Medusa. If you look into Medusa's eyes, you turn to stone. This is in parralel compares well with research methods where if you listen to what the lecturer says, you start breaking. That's what happened to Lucas a.k.a. Mr Fluffles.
(This is Lucas a.k.a. Mr Fluffles in the near future, battling a Medusa like Research Methods class in the body of Medusa.)
Then all of a sudden the lecturer went insane. The class was on discourse studies, where you analyse the content of things and figure out it's meaning. She explained in a way that really was out of this world. And it broke us science communication students a bit...
Like, WTF, WTfuckingF. Cats? Dogs? Pigs?! What's next? A pillow?! ARH.
And the strange thing was whilst the three of us were lying face down on the desk, in the process of going through irreversible damage, everyone else in the class kept a straight face. It was creepy. I felt like I was the only human in the class and everyone else apart from Lucas and Ruth were zombies. I'm sure science communication class were okay, because I could see someone from my class smirking. She better have been smirking..
(This diagram describes the two different worlds, when the try to merge.)
At this point in the lecture, there was no point in getting the three of us back. We had gone crazy. I almost died while choking on an oreo biscuit whilst laughing, or about to ROFL. Ruth a.k.a. Sinus almost drowned in her tears. Lucas a.k.a. Mr Fluffles fell madly in love with the table, as he didn't bear to part with it for more than one millisecond.
The lecturer kept on looking at us, and kept on saying "This may sound absurd, but I'm serious.." but that didn't stop us. As I said, we were gone...gone so far away.
So that's the story of what happened in research methods class a few weeks ago. Weirdly enough, with crazy outlandish snow "storms" and bad weather, class had been cancelled for the last three weeks. I think our laughter broke our lecturers heart. Sorry Missus Lecturer.
I graduated from Microbiology in September and a few weeks after my graduation I started a masters course in science communication. There are exactly 12 people in my class, and I would even push that by saying there are 12 and a half people in my class. The half person accounts a boy who I think might be Harry Potter who comes to class 20 minutes late.
However, I did not intend to write this blog about potential Harry Potter candidate(s).
The science communication masters is great. It’s so inspiring, interesting and thought provocative.
However, there is this one class which is a bit out of my classes’ league so to speak. This class is research methods.This class is like a sitting in a foreign language class...in a foreign country. I just don't get it.
Research methods isn’t a class I particularly look forward to mainly because of how boring and obscure the class is. I’m sure I’m speaking for most of the class when I say that.
Myself, Lucas (a.k.a. Mr Fluffles) and Ruth (a.k.a. Sinus) were walking to class from the library and we were...let’s say, concerned, about how to avoid boredom in this obscure and difficult-to-understand-if-you’re-human class. So we thought of ideas on how to overcome this boredom with big, mental, fun plans.
Anti-boredom plan making usually starts off with Lucas moaning about the research methods class. That is followed by obscure conversation about boxes and games.
Then Ruth a.k.a Sinus, pitched in by suggesting a game of pictionary. Myself and Lucas a.k.a. Mr Fluffles didn't have any clue what pictionary involved..which is a bit embarrassing.
(I like ominosity)
So in we went, the class had started and the lecturer began talking about obscurity that was like foreign language to me. I never noticed that class had started because I was playing pictionary with Ruth a.k.a. Sinus, and lost epically. Lucas a.k.a. Mr Fluffles did notice that class had started and he began the slow and painful path of breaking.
Research methods class is a lot like Medusa. If you look into Medusa's eyes, you turn to stone. This is in parralel compares well with research methods where if you listen to what the lecturer says, you start breaking. That's what happened to Lucas a.k.a. Mr Fluffles.
(This is Lucas a.k.a. Mr Fluffles in the near future, battling a Medusa like Research Methods class in the body of Medusa.)
Then all of a sudden the lecturer went insane. The class was on discourse studies, where you analyse the content of things and figure out it's meaning. She explained in a way that really was out of this world. And it broke us science communication students a bit...
Like, WTF, WTfuckingF. Cats? Dogs? Pigs?! What's next? A pillow?! ARH.
And the strange thing was whilst the three of us were lying face down on the desk, in the process of going through irreversible damage, everyone else in the class kept a straight face. It was creepy. I felt like I was the only human in the class and everyone else apart from Lucas and Ruth were zombies. I'm sure science communication class were okay, because I could see someone from my class smirking. She better have been smirking..
(This diagram describes the two different worlds, when the try to merge.)
At this point in the lecture, there was no point in getting the three of us back. We had gone crazy. I almost died while choking on an oreo biscuit whilst laughing, or about to ROFL. Ruth a.k.a. Sinus almost drowned in her tears. Lucas a.k.a. Mr Fluffles fell madly in love with the table, as he didn't bear to part with it for more than one millisecond.
The lecturer kept on looking at us, and kept on saying "This may sound absurd, but I'm serious.." but that didn't stop us. As I said, we were gone...gone so far away.
So that's the story of what happened in research methods class a few weeks ago. Weirdly enough, with crazy outlandish snow "storms" and bad weather, class had been cancelled for the last three weeks. I think our laughter broke our lecturers heart. Sorry Missus Lecturer.