A-Soc rules.
It really does. We’re like the only people doing anything at the moment it seems.
Despite it now being summer, university having finished and everyone having gone home we are still seeing turns outs of dozens of people for A-Soc’s weekly social event. Take that Buddha!
Having done a lot of this over the years it seems somewhat tearful to think that this could well be my last blog from DEC-10. It’s been like a home to many of us, particularly those of us who have spent more time in here than our actual homes (I wish I was joking lol).
While my room is very noisy with the hum of computers and climate control devices I’ll miss the quiet hum of DEC-10, the endless late nights we spend in here coding. I hadn’t really been dwelling on the idea of one chapter coming to a close and another beginning but sitting here is really making me think. And we all know that is a bad road to go down :P.
Then again, who really wanted a good degree from the University of Leeds anyway?
I mean, it’s not like such a hideous failure in my degree means my entire life is a failure. I have many other strengths outside of academia. I have many other areas of interest and expertise - such as my intimidating knowledge of Simpsons quotes.
And after all, who really wanted the opportunity to go on and do further study or be hired in an exciting graduate role? I’m sure their are companies just crying out to pay people huge wages for researching just how many flips make the perfect burger.
You have deviated from the path of win.
Welcome to fail.
Having hatched a plot while drinking in The Old Bar on Monday night, myself and Mr. O’Shea arrived at 9:30am Friday morning in LT17, the lecture theatre in which we were due to have our last ever lecture, and indeed, our lecturer, Dr. Nick Efford’s last lecture in SoC also. With such an occasion we obviously had to go out in style.
Soon we had concealed within the desks at the front a laptop and a pair of travel speakers set to run a scheduled task and play an MP3 at 10:25, midway through the lecture. I’m sure you can guess which certain MP3 that was :D. The plan went off without a hitch. Now if only we can find a way to get that live band in for next time…
Seriously, who are Circle Theatre Tricks? Because I’ve never heard of them. Yet they have the best publicity on campus. Apparently.
Still, Friday night saw us hit Fruity. It was quite good to work the stress out after having driven down the M1, had a job interview and driven back on the M1. How do people not die on that road?
I opened my curtains this morning.
That is a big event.
Not the act itself, but what it represents. For the first time in about two weeks I was doing something offer than arriving home, going to bed, getting up and going to uni. I normally go quite a while between opening my curtains (it generally happens once or twice a week at best) because I’m so busy normally but recently it’s been over 2 weeks since I have had them open.
That having been said, I’m a little disappointed that the weight has not really been lifted off my shoulders. I still have huge amounts of work to do and a to-do list trailing onto three pages. Plus exam revision starts soon, then working at whatever job I take. Maybe there is no magical break coming in the next few months, do we actually have to wait to retirement now?
Still, who cares, I actually feel rested for the first time in ages having spend 7 and a half hours in the pub yesterday and slept for a good 10 hours this morning. Good times.
Having pretty much finished the first draft of my FYP on Friday I made a few tweaks to it today and handed it in to my supervisor to have a look over.
This should probably be a time for celebration but given I need to do some more work on it as well as sort everything out for Rationalist Week and do my AI23 coursework I’m not really celebrating. Not because I think I shouldn’t but because I just don’t feel any different from having handed it in.
I mean, it’s 2am, I’m tired and I’m going to bed. But not to sleep. I’m taking work to bed again. Somehow curling up in a nice warm bed isn’t quite the same when you know you’re going to spend the next hour starring at a laptop screen trying to get some work done.
As I left for uni this morning I was debating whether I could be bothered to go into town and pick up my phone (which was in for repair) or whether I should pick it up later. I decided to make the trek down to town as I need my phone to test my FYP on a phone browser on. I got down there to have them turn round and say “sorry, we had to send it off, it’s going to be 14 days.” So it should be due back right about the time I’ve just handed my FYP in. Fantastic.
I notice Mr. O’Shea is going to the theatre rather than coming to the pub night. I suspect however it’s just a clever ploy to get out of buying me the drink he bet me thatwhen claiming I wouldn’t dare put a lolcat on my FYP during my demonstration to Tony Jenkins at my progress meeting.
Of course, the doubters in DEC-10 were wrong…
