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Oh, and finally, today :)
Today, I spent the time on the train, and two hours of frees this morning, doing maths. Which is good, because now I kind of moderately understand this horrid P3-trig stuff that I've been struggling with for the past week or so.
But it also means I've been putting off the General Studies essay again, and will have to attempt to motivate myself to do it at home tomorrow (yeahright) or on the train tomorrow morning and Friday morning (quite possible, but my handwriting will be even worse than usual due to trainjudderyness).
I also keep using compound words with -ness on the end. Is this bad?
In Physics we got to play with rayboxes, and although we'd already done the experiment we were meant to be doing before (so far, we've covered very little that's new in Physics), I do love playing with mirrors and light-boxes and ancient power supplies and stuff. If there's one thing that I'd point at and say 'I'm sad about no longer planning to do Physics at degree level because of this', it'd be never knowing everything there is to know about the properties of light. It fascinates me. Maybe I'll get to play with designing optical computers, one day.
At lunchtime we went to this 'debate'. The motion was 'This house is an Essex girl and proud of it', which will tell you most of what you need to know about it. I personally wouldn't have gone within several miles of it, but Naath wanted to go, and I didn't precisely have anything better to do. The two ppl against the motion got completely creamed, because they produced the predictable arguments against the stereotype, which the proposers had of course anticipated and designed their argument for 'being proud of the county', rubbishing the stereotype themselves. Which was rather a shame, because I'm friends with the ppl who were agianst the motion more I am with than the ppl who were for; I tried to help the against side out a bit during the questions-from-the-floor section, with points about being proud of a county is fostering division between people, and I was about to land a point about how we should be proud of our own achievements and not those of ppl who just happened to be in our geographical area (which was what the proposers were majoring on, famous Essex ppl), but then time ran out.
Then we had Stats, in which I did not-very-much; I did one integration-between-limits 3 times, getting 3 different answers, all wrong (it was a 'show that' question), all due to trivial arithmatic errors. It wasn't a complicated integration, but it had half a dozen different bits and it was just rather fiddly. In Mechanics I found out that the questions I'd been irreconcilably stuck with were also messed up by simple arithmatic errors, which cheered me up a little, although the fact my arithmatic sucks so badly is still annoying.
After school we had an Engineering meeting - the first since Christmas. In which we discovered we only had 2 months left of the project, thought 'oh dear', proceeded to draw up an over-ambitious timetable, and so forth.
I managed to wander up and down the front of the school for a bit before I gave up and went P3-wards to see if LaToya had already found Kara and was waiting there with her. I found LaToya, but she was just coming back from P3 after dumping her stuff there, and we went together up to the front of the school just in time to catch Kara, who asked if we could stay while she parked 'cos she didn't know her way from 'reception' to P3. As we didn't know where she considered 'reception' was, we gratefully agreed, rather thankful that we'd caught her before she went to sit somewhere we weren't expecting, which would have left us standing around in the cold like idiots while we all got annoyed at the other party's absence...
((It was only me, LaToya and Kara at the meeting, because I arranged it in an impromptu manner last week, when I was just innocently walking out of school on Wednesday and I spotted Kara driving in, and suprisedly informed her that no-one was expecting her. She sounded disappointed, so I promised her I'd try to get ppl together for next week; naturally, over half of us couldn't make it.))
And when we finally got sat down, I somehow managed to get assigned the job of overseeing the compilation of the project report; the most important but most tedious and annoying of all the parts of the project... mm, never let it be said that I am not a sucker for taking on too many duties...
Oh, and LaToya and Celeste aren't at school Thursday or Friday, and I'm not at school Monday or Tuesday (going to London for a Physics conferencything! yay!), it doesn't look like we're getting much done. Except now we're meant to be meeting up on Saturday, yuck.
So, when I got home (and finished eating-tea, washing-my-hair etc etc) I sent off the email I'd promised with the project report outline I threw together over Christmas (without as much as a glance-over), and started some serious LJ-ing (reading, commentposting, entryposting). And this is about it for LJ tonight... so it's Neopets next, 'cos it's way too late to do anything sensible now.
Today, I spent the time on the train, and two hours of frees this morning, doing maths. Which is good, because now I kind of moderately understand this horrid P3-trig stuff that I've been struggling with for the past week or so.
But it also means I've been putting off the General Studies essay again, and will have to attempt to motivate myself to do it at home tomorrow (yeahright) or on the train tomorrow morning and Friday morning (quite possible, but my handwriting will be even worse than usual due to trainjudderyness).
I also keep using compound words with -ness on the end. Is this bad?
In Physics we got to play with rayboxes, and although we'd already done the experiment we were meant to be doing before (so far, we've covered very little that's new in Physics), I do love playing with mirrors and light-boxes and ancient power supplies and stuff. If there's one thing that I'd point at and say 'I'm sad about no longer planning to do Physics at degree level because of this', it'd be never knowing everything there is to know about the properties of light. It fascinates me. Maybe I'll get to play with designing optical computers, one day.
At lunchtime we went to this 'debate'. The motion was 'This house is an Essex girl and proud of it', which will tell you most of what you need to know about it. I personally wouldn't have gone within several miles of it, but Naath wanted to go, and I didn't precisely have anything better to do. The two ppl against the motion got completely creamed, because they produced the predictable arguments against the stereotype, which the proposers had of course anticipated and designed their argument for 'being proud of the county', rubbishing the stereotype themselves. Which was rather a shame, because I'm friends with the ppl who were agianst the motion more I am with than the ppl who were for; I tried to help the against side out a bit during the questions-from-the-floor section, with points about being proud of a county is fostering division between people, and I was about to land a point about how we should be proud of our own achievements and not those of ppl who just happened to be in our geographical area (which was what the proposers were majoring on, famous Essex ppl), but then time ran out.
Then we had Stats, in which I did not-very-much; I did one integration-between-limits 3 times, getting 3 different answers, all wrong (it was a 'show that' question), all due to trivial arithmatic errors. It wasn't a complicated integration, but it had half a dozen different bits and it was just rather fiddly. In Mechanics I found out that the questions I'd been irreconcilably stuck with were also messed up by simple arithmatic errors, which cheered me up a little, although the fact my arithmatic sucks so badly is still annoying.
After school we had an Engineering meeting - the first since Christmas. In which we discovered we only had 2 months left of the project, thought 'oh dear', proceeded to draw up an over-ambitious timetable, and so forth.
I managed to wander up and down the front of the school for a bit before I gave up and went P3-wards to see if LaToya had already found Kara and was waiting there with her. I found LaToya, but she was just coming back from P3 after dumping her stuff there, and we went together up to the front of the school just in time to catch Kara, who asked if we could stay while she parked 'cos she didn't know her way from 'reception' to P3. As we didn't know where she considered 'reception' was, we gratefully agreed, rather thankful that we'd caught her before she went to sit somewhere we weren't expecting, which would have left us standing around in the cold like idiots while we all got annoyed at the other party's absence...
((It was only me, LaToya and Kara at the meeting, because I arranged it in an impromptu manner last week, when I was just innocently walking out of school on Wednesday and I spotted Kara driving in, and suprisedly informed her that no-one was expecting her. She sounded disappointed, so I promised her I'd try to get ppl together for next week; naturally, over half of us couldn't make it.))
And when we finally got sat down, I somehow managed to get assigned the job of overseeing the compilation of the project report; the most important but most tedious and annoying of all the parts of the project... mm, never let it be said that I am not a sucker for taking on too many duties...
Oh, and LaToya and Celeste aren't at school Thursday or Friday, and I'm not at school Monday or Tuesday (going to London for a Physics conferencything! yay!), it doesn't look like we're getting much done. Except now we're meant to be meeting up on Saturday, yuck.
So, when I got home (and finished eating-tea, washing-my-hair etc etc) I sent off the email I'd promised with the project report outline I threw together over Christmas (without as much as a glance-over), and started some serious LJ-ing (reading, commentposting, entryposting). And this is about it for LJ tonight... so it's Neopets next, 'cos it's way too late to do anything sensible now.
