With us planning to move into a professional let next year, I think I’ll miss the querks of a student house. After all next year we will have…
- Front doors that stays open when you open it so you can carry things in
- Streets that aren’t lined top to bottom with cars 90% of the time
- Streets you don’t need a four wheel drive to safely navigate over the potholes
- Hallways you don’t have to swim through due to the amount of leaflets put through the door
- Door handles that you can twist without having to push it back together first
- Bathrooms that don’t randomly have woodlice appear in
- Kitchens that don’t randomly have slugs appear in
- Kitchen taps that release water when you turn them on rather than within about 5 minutes of turning them on
- Kitchen floors that you stop sticking to once you’ve cleaned them
- Washing machines that don’t randomly stop working and randomly start working again later
- Ovens that light when you turn them on
- Microwaves that turn on when you try to put them on for less than 2 minutes
- Irons that allow to entire your entire item of clothing rather than the bit within a foot of the plug socket
- Telephone lines that were installed within the past 200 years and so can actually carry a signal
- Surfaces that you can clean the dust off and come back to an hour later without discovering they are once again covered in dust
Then again, maybe not.
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…
Given how much money I have spent on my sound system and how much money I have spent on my projector, it seems only sensible that we make as much use out of the home cinema setup that we have as humanly possible.
And so, to take a break from revision I threw together a movie night on Monday. Despite some people replying to the invite as attending and then not turning up (mostly Kieran, it really annoys me when people do that but I did enjoy the bitter sense of irony :p), we actually had a packed lounge – myself, Nicola, Kerry, Sarann, Michelle, Brett, B and Maths Chris. Of course, what we really need to do now is install cinema seating :D. Never the less it was a really good night and I hope enjoyed by all who attended.
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?
Yesterday saw my first job interview in a long time.
Despite my title, it was actually the most relaxed interview we’ve ever done. It felt more like a conversation than an interview. And while I really don’t know how to gauge how well it went, I’m told the fact that it lasted an hour and 15 minutes is a good sign. But I guess we will have to wait and see. The job looks really good at least.
I have another one tomorrow which should be interesting. If I can find it lol.
You wouldn’t think having not driven for a week except having spent an entire week driving a van would make you feel so different when getting back into a car, but you would be wrong.
I got back into my Mondeo yesterday having not driven anything for three weeks except for the Rationalist Week van and it was a mightily strange experience.
First of all, you feel so low on the ground. The van is up high, you tower over other cars. Secondly having been sat upright in the van I now feel like I am almost lying backwards. The two factors coupled together almost make you feel like you are driving a formula one racing car.
It’s weird readjusting too. The biting point is different, I have a petrol engine that actually needs revving to get any power once again and I can actually see out of the back of the vehicle. It’s mad.
I was sending out the weekly Atheist Society mail-out today and arrived at the bottom of the message to sign my name. Traditionally this would be signed Chris, Society president.
But I didn’t. Because I’m not.
Having spent the last two years as A-Soc president, it’s a weird, weird feeling.
Having finished my FYP I was hoping I could relax a little. But instead I find my timetable full because I’m having to trail everywhere and re-arrange my timetable so I can do all these job interviews.
And the constant phone calls from recruitment companies. I mean, every week, usually multiple times a week.
Meanwhile there is a lot of stress in trying to throw together film nights so I can relax in front of my huge wall size screen with my 600w sound system.
Not to mention the number of neck turns I have to make when looking at all three of my different monitors. And keeping my 12 computers and servers patched up is just a mission.
And deciding what car to buy, in cash. What a headache.
Yep, life is hard.
Well guys, we did it again :D.
Rationalist Week 2008 was not only another fantastic success for the society but also by far the biggest event we have ever pulled off. With a total of 22 events, 13 talks, 12 speakers, 7 days, 6 screenings, 5 guest speakers, 4 socials, 3 debates and 2 round table discussions as the back of my hoodie conveniently tells me it was another week that I will never, ever forget.
Thank you so much to everyone who helped out with the week. I was really worried in the planning stages that my presidency was going to end on a low note but with the traditional A-Soc nothing is going to beat us, nothing is going to get us down attitude we pulled off a week which I don’t think disappointed anybody.
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.