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Anyhow, it has been an interesting week, but I'm variously too tired or too stressed out or too busy to write anything up. I really should be in bed now, seeing as I start at 8am every day over at CONCORD, the holeness of which I can not stress enough.
I haven't written an angry diatribe in such a very long time, I kind of miss it. I wonder if I'm too lazy or too apathetic these days?
So anyway, just an update on my life: the week started off a little unsteady on its gait. Half the lectures had technical problems, and about 80% of them were pre-recorded, which kind of defeats the whole point of spending 3 hours on a return journey just to listen to lectures that are already online. The one lecture that was not available online had major transmission difficulties, was one of the most fundamental lectures in the course (meaning it had the most important basic knowledge - and which we haven't learnt before), and the lecturer is majorly uptight about copyright issues and would not redistribute the lecture. Convenient.
Thursday we went on a home visit to an elderly lady who is now legally blind due to glaucoma. Quite an interesting soul, though far too independent to be lovely. Would have loved to take a proper medical history from her, except that like most old people, she took forever getting to the point.
Funny how yesterday I got the same feeling while listening to Jack talk. Well...he did insist he's 312, give or take 12 months.
I wonder if it's a product of the environment or something inherent in one's personality? I for one am a fan of those "summaries of a movie in 60 seconds", though of course like anyone who's done HSC English, can still BS like no tomorrow.
....Which I'll need to do for my 15 page personal reflection due next week.
=__=
On Friday was venepuncture, which was fun in retrospect, only because I passed it. I keep suspecting I would have passed it faster if the nurse hadn't been bellowing in my ear "PUT THE NEEDLE IN DEEPER", which I obeyed, and as a result went too deep past the veins, and she made me pull the needle back out a millimeter to get the vein. =__= If you had just.....you know, had some faith. Not that I had any faith. But just sayin'. My hands only started shaking when she started bellowing. The girl who tried to take blood from me couldn't find my veins, which isn't entirely unsurprising since girls have small veins and are probably not great guinea pigs for first time venepuncturists. Got jabbed in both arms and had the needle moved around...oh well, I found it pretty hilarious.
Spent Saturday arvo practising clarinet and Sunday going to some tiny little suburb on the outskirts of Sydney to perform to about 5 people. It was pretty sad LOL
The place was really pretty though. I still don't know what it's called, apart from that it's nominally in "the Shire of Castle Hill", though in reality it was 49km from Castle Hill according to the road sign. There was a river running through the town, which was supposedly the Hawkesbury, and one side was relatively flat and had a giant park, while out of the other bank of the river rose a green mountain. It was pretty warm during the day, which is lovely after yesterday's sogging windy weather, but probably not quite so lovely in summer...
It seemed to have a pretty deep-rooted rural culture though, what with the SES and rurul fire service joining in the festivities, and line dancing, and demonstrations of various whip techniques by a left-handed 12-year-old kid wearing jeans and a cowboy hat. It was cute XD
I had really wanted to go see the Med Revue this year, not least because it's our year putting it on, and it's never quite the same watching other years perform. Still, I didn't have a chance since I got home really late every day the Revue was on =0= I heard it was one hour of utter brilliance interspersed with one hour of not so brilliance, which apparently makes it twice as brilliant as last year's Revue. Figures. LOL.
Hmm. If I sleep now I shall get 5.5 hours of sleep, which is much better than I got on Thursday night after drinking one flat white and feeling nauseous for the rest of the night and also rather insomniac. Always look on the bright side eh.
If the guy I took blood from knew how little sleep I got, I wonder if he would have volunteered? LOL!
Anyhow, it has been an interesting week, but I'm variously too tired or too stressed out or too busy to write anything up. I really should be in bed now, seeing as I start at 8am every day over at CONCORD, the holeness of which I can not stress enough.
I haven't written an angry diatribe in such a very long time, I kind of miss it. I wonder if I'm too lazy or too apathetic these days?
So anyway, just an update on my life: the week started off a little unsteady on its gait. Half the lectures had technical problems, and about 80% of them were pre-recorded, which kind of defeats the whole point of spending 3 hours on a return journey just to listen to lectures that are already online. The one lecture that was not available online had major transmission difficulties, was one of the most fundamental lectures in the course (meaning it had the most important basic knowledge - and which we haven't learnt before), and the lecturer is majorly uptight about copyright issues and would not redistribute the lecture. Convenient.
Thursday we went on a home visit to an elderly lady who is now legally blind due to glaucoma. Quite an interesting soul, though far too independent to be lovely. Would have loved to take a proper medical history from her, except that like most old people, she took forever getting to the point.
Funny how yesterday I got the same feeling while listening to Jack talk. Well...he did insist he's 312, give or take 12 months.
I wonder if it's a product of the environment or something inherent in one's personality? I for one am a fan of those "summaries of a movie in 60 seconds", though of course like anyone who's done HSC English, can still BS like no tomorrow.
....Which I'll need to do for my 15 page personal reflection due next week.
=__=
On Friday was venepuncture, which was fun in retrospect, only because I passed it. I keep suspecting I would have passed it faster if the nurse hadn't been bellowing in my ear "PUT THE NEEDLE IN DEEPER", which I obeyed, and as a result went too deep past the veins, and she made me pull the needle back out a millimeter to get the vein. =__= If you had just.....you know, had some faith. Not that I had any faith. But just sayin'. My hands only started shaking when she started bellowing. The girl who tried to take blood from me couldn't find my veins, which isn't entirely unsurprising since girls have small veins and are probably not great guinea pigs for first time venepuncturists. Got jabbed in both arms and had the needle moved around...oh well, I found it pretty hilarious.
Spent Saturday arvo practising clarinet and Sunday going to some tiny little suburb on the outskirts of Sydney to perform to about 5 people. It was pretty sad LOL
The place was really pretty though. I still don't know what it's called, apart from that it's nominally in "the Shire of Castle Hill", though in reality it was 49km from Castle Hill according to the road sign. There was a river running through the town, which was supposedly the Hawkesbury, and one side was relatively flat and had a giant park, while out of the other bank of the river rose a green mountain. It was pretty warm during the day, which is lovely after yesterday's sogging windy weather, but probably not quite so lovely in summer...
It seemed to have a pretty deep-rooted rural culture though, what with the SES and rurul fire service joining in the festivities, and line dancing, and demonstrations of various whip techniques by a left-handed 12-year-old kid wearing jeans and a cowboy hat. It was cute XD
I had really wanted to go see the Med Revue this year, not least because it's our year putting it on, and it's never quite the same watching other years perform. Still, I didn't have a chance since I got home really late every day the Revue was on =0= I heard it was one hour of utter brilliance interspersed with one hour of not so brilliance, which apparently makes it twice as brilliant as last year's Revue. Figures. LOL.
Hmm. If I sleep now I shall get 5.5 hours of sleep, which is much better than I got on Thursday night after drinking one flat white and feeling nauseous for the rest of the night and also rather insomniac. Always look on the bright side eh.
If the guy I took blood from knew how little sleep I got, I wonder if he would have volunteered? LOL!
