God, I love exams. There's nothing like a million butterflies in your stomach to truly make you feel fabulous. Finished the last two labs of my bachelor's course this week. Its a strange feeling. Seems like just yesterday that I attended the orientation ceremony. Well, time and tide wait for no man.
These old adages are really funny sometimes. One tells you - "Out of sight, out of mind". The next one you read will be - "Familiarity breeds contempt". So what is a girl to do? Stay near, but be distant?
My theory exams start next Thursday. Trying to study. Just a week left. God, I need loads of help. It sure would be great to have a time freezing machine, or a photographic memory, or a lookalike robot. I don't know why scientists haven't come up with versions of these things. They're just wasting their time trying to figure out nuclear fusion, and trips to Mars.
I was watching a show on tv this morning, Ed. Its been a really long time since I followed it, so didn't really understand what was going on. But this is what I gathered. Ed's really upset that he doesn't have anything to leave behind for posterity. No special talent. And this feeling's only intensified by his genius artist-client. After sinking to the depths of self - pity, he starts designing his headstone. He then gets a letter from a lady who knew his great-grandfather, saying that he was a good man, who is greatly missed by all his friends. He then changes what he had written - "Art was his life" to "Life was his art". Just made an impression on me. Don't know why exactly.
Well, at any rate, its something to think about!
These old adages are really funny sometimes. One tells you - "Out of sight, out of mind". The next one you read will be - "Familiarity breeds contempt". So what is a girl to do? Stay near, but be distant?
My theory exams start next Thursday. Trying to study. Just a week left. God, I need loads of help. It sure would be great to have a time freezing machine, or a photographic memory, or a lookalike robot. I don't know why scientists haven't come up with versions of these things. They're just wasting their time trying to figure out nuclear fusion, and trips to Mars.
I was watching a show on tv this morning, Ed. Its been a really long time since I followed it, so didn't really understand what was going on. But this is what I gathered. Ed's really upset that he doesn't have anything to leave behind for posterity. No special talent. And this feeling's only intensified by his genius artist-client. After sinking to the depths of self - pity, he starts designing his headstone. He then gets a letter from a lady who knew his great-grandfather, saying that he was a good man, who is greatly missed by all his friends. He then changes what he had written - "Art was his life" to "Life was his art". Just made an impression on me. Don't know why exactly.
Well, at any rate, its something to think about!
1 comment:
the prev. blog just goes to say how much u guys had studied..not bad eh...(sorry for commentin here..didnt want my comment to go unnoticed by commenting at ur prev. blog)...mr. tanenbaum can actually write a separate book filled with such memorable lines..he he
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