Examinations... Cyanide anyone?

Picture this - You've aced the unit for whatever uni course you're doing, throughout the entire semester, and are confident of a D or HD.

You decide, just out of curiousity, to see how much the final exam is worth, and promptly crap yourself. 60%.

So... If you do great, say.. overall 90% or so throught semester, you only hit up 35 - 40% of the final marks of the unit. If you're sick on the day of the final exam, you're screwed. If you make some stupid mistake on the final exam, you're screwed. If you're late, or nervous, or forget your notes, or your calculator, you're screwed.

And then you get those stupid units where, if you don't pass the exam, you fail the entire unit. Yes, Chemistry, I'm talking about you. Stupidstupidstupid. I'm not good in exams, never have been. I don't think anyone is really the best. It's so much pressure, and the whole sitting still in a dead quiet hall, usually freezing your pants off or delirious from heatstroke (they never can get the temperature just right, really) for 2.5 to 4hrs, depending on the length of your torture, oh and don't forget the omniprescent sniffer. That one kid that sits just far enough from you that you don't know who it is, but just close enough to get incredibly annoying and distracting. 

Yeah, I'm really looking forward to exams.

Love is an online presence

Assignments. Ohhh they're a bitch and a half.

Exhibit A: Cait thinks that she's finished a law essay and hands it to a friend (law student, 2yrs ahead of her). Friend proceeds to almost decimate essay with various angry red circles, underlines, crosses and amendments. Cait, slightly disheartened, heads home and prepares for a long night working changes to the previously-thought-brilliant essay.

Exibit B: Cait (at 9.30pm), knowing that her prac book is due for submission tomorrow at 9.30am, decides to quickly flick through it to double check that all the work is done correctly, only to discover that many diagrams have been labelled incorrectly, in a hurry, or not at all. Panic. Calm down. Works on the book, finishing at one minute to midnight.

Well yes, maybe I shouldn't leave my editing to the last minute... I like to live on the edge *shrugs*

BUT you know what? I could never have done it without my late-night online presence. No it's not some robot or some random chat room thing, it's my boyfriend.

I stress, and what does he do? Makes himself available online, usually msn, so that I can rant, or throw questions at him to get his opinion/ Or say nothing at all.. Pretty much any time I ask, he's there.

I digress. It's like that thing that your parents say to you when you're little and you ask about love and friendship... That you can just be with someone, say nothing at all, and have complete comfort in silence, that when conversation runs out, it's not awkward. That person is your best mate. I have a couple of people I know like that, but online it's different. They don't 'talk' and you think they're busy... or away... then comes the question 'You still there?' or 'So how's life?' or something ridiculously mundane along those lines. When you get to the point where you know someone's online, conversation has tapered off, but they're still there, and the 'silence' is comforting as opposed to awkward? That's something special where, in this day and age where everything's instant communication, commonly online, an electronic 'silence' can comfort.

Noone else I chat to, electronically, can do that. It's only him that I trust he's there when I ask, maybe reading a book, but ready if I need to talk.

That's love.

Snuffle-uf-agus

I got the sniffles. Not just the annoying oh-my-this-is-annoying sniffles but the I-think-I-need-to-buy-shares-in-a-tissue-factory sniffles. It's more than a little annoying. Also, the stuffy head feeling.. Ya know, ya just can't think, and when someone says 2 + 2 = 3 you agree because thinking doesn't come easy. Days till exams = 14. Exam study today = 0. This being sick is not working for me.

Ooh, on the upside, I scored myself a lovely half hour massage. BEST 30 minutes of the day. It went by way too fast, but now my 3 day headache has miraculously dissipated. Woo!
Note to self: Get massages more often.
Actually, scratch that. Requires money, and I need a job to have money. Someone employ me?

In other news... My littlest sister broke her toe. Yep, that annoying little appendage that you really can't do anything with except hobble around looking like an idiot for a while. She was being the sweet little obedient child she is (insert dripping sarcasm here) and jumping over one of her older sisters who was laying on the grass. Should probably mention she'd been told not to by another of her older sisters (yeah, lotta girls in my family) and, in her jumping, managed to catch her toe on the end of a hooded jumper and OOPS! down she went.
I'm sorry, I laughed. Poor kid, it's gotta be annoying but seriously. Obedience right there? I was never that bad at her age...

Laters,
Cait.

blogblog

Blogging. Well, it seems that all the cool kids are doing it these days. So what the heck, may as well jump on the bandwagon..

Ah, and it's also another procrastination technique. I seem to be quite proficient at this procrastination thing now. Lovely.

A little about me - I'm a uni student, studying Criminology and Forensics. More like Bones than CSI, for those crime show buffs. But not really. On the side, I'd love to work in some capacity at the Motorplex. Yup, science, law and speedcars. 3 of my loves in life. I have many. Loves, that is, not speedcars.

Though many speedcars would be nice...