I may have just narrowly avoided downloading goodness knows what to the uni network. Ha ha. Oops
ANYWAY. Hello, flist. Monday! Doy ou know how many songs there are about Mondays? An insane number. "
Monday, Monday" was the first one that came to mind, but thinking about it, however much I don't really like the song, "
Manic Monday" is far more appropriate. Except, not. Because however much I thought today was going to be awful - I feel ill, I was up quite late last night, I left Castle at half eight this morning and won't be back until probably about ten tonight - it was actually quite nice. Probably because it involved copious amounts of coffee and conversation, and, unexpectedly, Operations Research and Topology turned out to be great.
Which gives me a problem. I'm supposed to be doing six modules, and currently I'm trying to attend eight, because oh, I can't decide! Physics I have very little choice over - I have to do Foundations of Physics 3, a double module, and since I want a 3/3 split I need another one, which clearly has to be Theoretical Physics because
- Signer.
- interesting.
- all the rest are dull.
- Signer.
- Signer AND BLACK HOLES
Then comes maths, and oh, there are too many interesting modules. Currently I'm registered for General Relativity (it is LIKE SCIFI but REAL), Analysis (not incredibly interesting so far, but kind of useful) and Operations Research. Operations Research deserves an explanation all to itself, honestly: all summer Ant and Anwar have been telling me it's awful and dull and I shouldn't do it; the lecturer is a Russian who hates women and people who aren't Russian; he doesn't speak English; it's awful. Regarding the lecturer, all of the above may be true. But he's just so funny it really doesn't matter.
This afternoon, in our introductory lecture, he spent 15 minutes essentially telling us why, if we didn't understand it, we'd better change to a different module. ('I don't want you here if you don't understand, it doesn't look good on my review questionnaires.') He made a great fuss about being a professor of probability, not operations research, and then proceeded to tell us 'I am an internationally recognised professor of mathematics. If you tell people I can't teach, they won't believe you.' Then he apologised for his lecturing, explaining 'it will be better lecture tomorrow; tomorrow I will have better flomastr.' Yes, that's right. Flomastr. That's Russian for board pen. WIN. I have a lecture who SPEAKS RUSSIAN randomly in lectures, and, what is more, a word I knew. HA HA HAAAAA.
Then, I'm also attending Topology lectures, just because it interests me - knots, and such, and hopefully explanation of the fact that your trousers are topologically equivalent to a doughnut - and the lecturer for that is also Russian, and speaks about three languages (I think he said he also lectures in Dijon, Liverpool and Lancaster), and it was rather interesting.
And because it also interests me, and Ant's doing it, and there is much prodding from Anwar because it includes Game Theory, omg, I'm also going to Decision Theory.
And I don't know which two to drop! Argh. For the moment, I'm just going to have to go to all five maths modules, and decide sometime before fifth week, because I have to change by then if I'm going to.
Anyway. To leave you with some more lyrics:
Eric Clapton was clearly not talking about my lecture schedule - half day off on Wednesday, as usual and ONE OR TWO HOURS ON THURSDAY, win - and I quite want to listen to
Pulp - Monday Morning and
The Boomtown Rats - I Don't Like Mondays.
That is all for now, I think, because I have to be at DUCS in quarter of an hour. Luckily my throat feels an awful lot better than it did, but I'm still hoping it'll be a relatively short practice.