The past two days have been the worst days of the term so far. Here's an account of it:
I woke up really early at 7.45 am on Thursday morning hoping to catch up on some of my work before my first lecture at noon as stated on my lecture timetable. While having my breakfast, I thought it slightly suspicious that I've had three consecutive Thursdays starting at noon and this being the fourth one. So I decided to recheck my timetable and to my horror, I realized that I've been looking at the previous week's timetable with the current one stating that I've got a Neuroanatomy practical starting at 10.00 am. So I plowed through the practical manual in order to familiarize myself with the experimental procedure whilst feeling absolutely terrible that I had to postpone my revision.
When I arrived at the laboratory, I was utterly dismayed when we were told to conduct another experiment instead of the one I had already read. It also didn't help that my laboratory partner was not keen on the experiment and just couldn't be bothered to do anything which really got on my nerves. But the one thing which annoyed me the most was when he asked for my answer to a supervision question which I had already submitted. After telling him my answer, he patronizingly shook his head and proceded to explain why my answer was wrong while giving me his correct answer. I honestly do not understand why he even bothered to ask me for my answer when he already had the correct one. The fact that I had already submitted my assignment made it all even worse because that meant I couldn't change my answer.
So after a gruelling two-hour practical which I conducted on my own, I had to attend a Pharmacology lecture which I look forward to as much as going home. The current lecturer has as much passion for the subject as a cold body waiting for an autopsy. It's the way he presents himself. It's the way he stands, walks and talks. It's the tone and slur of his speech. Think of the teacher Mr. Garrison from Southpark and you have a pretty good replica of him. I have never in my entire educational life felt such a strong urge to throw something at him after every. single. god. damned. lecture. I would've followed the rest of my friends and skipped the entire lecture series if I weren't so afraid of regretting that I did not try my best when I fail my Pharmacology exams.
And just a moment ago, I was notified that I wasn't selected to represent England in Germany which I found slightly disappointing although I was expecting not to get selected. It just seemed as if all my efforts for the past few weeks - rushing my work during the day so as to dance the nights and weekends away - were flushed down the drain. Despite the fact that I got selected to represent England in Vienna, I think I'm going to give it a miss because I was really banging on Germany instead. Oh well. I just hope the weekend will take a turn for the better.
I woke up really early at 7.45 am on Thursday morning hoping to catch up on some of my work before my first lecture at noon as stated on my lecture timetable. While having my breakfast, I thought it slightly suspicious that I've had three consecutive Thursdays starting at noon and this being the fourth one. So I decided to recheck my timetable and to my horror, I realized that I've been looking at the previous week's timetable with the current one stating that I've got a Neuroanatomy practical starting at 10.00 am. So I plowed through the practical manual in order to familiarize myself with the experimental procedure whilst feeling absolutely terrible that I had to postpone my revision.
When I arrived at the laboratory, I was utterly dismayed when we were told to conduct another experiment instead of the one I had already read. It also didn't help that my laboratory partner was not keen on the experiment and just couldn't be bothered to do anything which really got on my nerves. But the one thing which annoyed me the most was when he asked for my answer to a supervision question which I had already submitted. After telling him my answer, he patronizingly shook his head and proceded to explain why my answer was wrong while giving me his correct answer. I honestly do not understand why he even bothered to ask me for my answer when he already had the correct one. The fact that I had already submitted my assignment made it all even worse because that meant I couldn't change my answer.
So after a gruelling two-hour practical which I conducted on my own, I had to attend a Pharmacology lecture which I look forward to as much as going home. The current lecturer has as much passion for the subject as a cold body waiting for an autopsy. It's the way he presents himself. It's the way he stands, walks and talks. It's the tone and slur of his speech. Think of the teacher Mr. Garrison from Southpark and you have a pretty good replica of him. I have never in my entire educational life felt such a strong urge to throw something at him after every. single. god. damned. lecture. I would've followed the rest of my friends and skipped the entire lecture series if I weren't so afraid of regretting that I did not try my best when I fail my Pharmacology exams.
And just a moment ago, I was notified that I wasn't selected to represent England in Germany which I found slightly disappointing although I was expecting not to get selected. It just seemed as if all my efforts for the past few weeks - rushing my work during the day so as to dance the nights and weekends away - were flushed down the drain. Despite the fact that I got selected to represent England in Vienna, I think I'm going to give it a miss because I was really banging on Germany instead. Oh well. I just hope the weekend will take a turn for the better.
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