I wrote the last few lines of physics equations of my life (presuming I don't go back into some scientific field after postgrad in philosophy), less than two hours ago. Weird...
A damn good last few lines, too! It was probably the best exam I've written in the past few years (or almost), which definitely makes up for the rubbish problem solving exam we had yesterday (then again, since everyone seems to have done rather poorly, hopefully they're moderate it up a bit). Now to finish my dissertation on quasi-realism, and revise a bit of logic, and I'm done with the undergrad life!
Experience the daily life of Ed through line after line of shockingly exciting senseless mindless and completely unselfless droning drivel. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll call him an arrogant bastard, but it's all real! Well, mostly...
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Saturday, May 05, 2007
The ol' clock is ticking
Woah. There's a week of lectures left or rather, roughly two days of lectures left. Then it's over, finis, etc. The whole undergraduate life...
That's pretty messed up: I'm too young to be accountable! Oh wait... there's always postgrad. But christ, three years sure do fly. I'm struggling to remember what exactly I learned. It's a bit like a patchwork of physics and philosophy, with a vague thread making the two halves internally consistent, and an even vaguer (read: quasi-non-existent) one connecting them. There's a very tangible difference in skill and width of reading when I talk to my single-honours peers, with a few possible exceptions of dual-honours who are simply exceptionally smart hard-workers (you know who you are), so it's becoming quite clear that next year is going to be quite a mission. Fortunately, I have a "fairly" good handle (read: by local standards - I'm not sure that says much) on some of the more technical stuff, so I ought to be able to stay on top of things through specialisation. But gone are the days where I could freely read Nietzsche and Sartre and Machiavelli (well, I probably still would have time to do that, but I plan on doing something a bit more relaxing with my free time)...
Anyway, it's not quite over yet. Three exams and a dissertation deadline in the space of seven days (or a week and half, depending on when you start counting), in under three weeks time. Time to get to work!
That's pretty messed up: I'm too young to be accountable! Oh wait... there's always postgrad. But christ, three years sure do fly. I'm struggling to remember what exactly I learned. It's a bit like a patchwork of physics and philosophy, with a vague thread making the two halves internally consistent, and an even vaguer (read: quasi-non-existent) one connecting them. There's a very tangible difference in skill and width of reading when I talk to my single-honours peers, with a few possible exceptions of dual-honours who are simply exceptionally smart hard-workers (you know who you are), so it's becoming quite clear that next year is going to be quite a mission. Fortunately, I have a "fairly" good handle (read: by local standards - I'm not sure that says much) on some of the more technical stuff, so I ought to be able to stay on top of things through specialisation. But gone are the days where I could freely read Nietzsche and Sartre and Machiavelli (well, I probably still would have time to do that, but I plan on doing something a bit more relaxing with my free time)...
Anyway, it's not quite over yet. Three exams and a dissertation deadline in the space of seven days (or a week and half, depending on when you start counting), in under three weeks time. Time to get to work!
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