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Murphy's Law
2:24 PM
Murphy's Law

Today started out pretty decently. I didn't have to resort to covering the newspaper to make my dad drink his fruit juice faster and get up from the dining table. And that's because my class is at 10am so he's probably the one that's going to be late for a meeting, not me. =p
If my class was at 8am, he wouldn't get a peek at the papers because any attempt on his part to read the newspapers would result in me scolding and yelling at him to speed up! So my Tuesdays and Thursdays morning routine usually begin with me yelling at him to hurry up, unless for some reason I wake up extra-early.

For a change, I entered class before my Math lecturer. And I thought, "Hey, that's a jolly good start to the day." As you can expect, things started to slide downhill from there.

I had no idea what she was talking about because I'm 3 chapters behind her in my homework.


My theory of surviving her Maths class is :
Just copy what she writes on the blackboard and don't think or ask her anything.
Go home and slowly process through the notes while doing homework.

I was totally unable to do the questions on the board and because I was sitting right at the aisle, she kept asking me for my answers and I could sense her looking over my shoulder looking at my blank working sheet while I was frantically trying to think of something to write on the paper. What a disaster!

Next, was economics. I thought, phew, a break at last. 10 minutes into the class, I realised that I couldn't answer her questions and I didn't really know what I was copying into my notebook. I started to have panicky tingles running through me and I forced myself to pay more attention to what she was talking.

Accounting definitely didn't get better. I was late for class again as I was busy chatting with 2 friends in the ping-pong room and I didn't notice the time. My lecturer was already in the room and she gave me a weird smile as I walked in. My heart sank and I thought I was doomed and going to be kicked out of class!
Thank goodness she was in a decent mood and let me off the hook. I was nodding off throughout her whole explanation of partnership dissolution and luckily, she didn't catch me doing that, or else I would probably have gotten a sarcastic remark from her. And I do need to be on her good books to get a passable forecast, afterall.

Decided to leave accounts class early with Clareen and Joanne to go for the Warwick talk, where someone so strongly doubted my theory about acid rain! =p

Most of the students were told it was a Warwick talk, so it was quite a surprise when the words 'Brunel University' flashed in front of the white screen. The Brunel representative was pretty quick, and then the long-awaited talk by the Warwick representative started. I saw the Warwick lady yesteday at the UK Edu Fair, I recognised the pink necklace she was wearing. Hehe.

I finally ended off the day by playing ping-pong without any persuasion, which is quite miraculous. =p

Though I think my friends might have gotten a little frustrated with my inability to lock my arm and not move my wrist about.

If anything today could be considered remotely good at all, today did prove that Murphy's law of "everything that can possibly go wrong WILL go wrong" is quite accurate.

p/s : For those who don't know, Warwick is pronounced as "war-rick" and not "war-wick". This information is courtesy of Ms. Joanna my econs lecturer who told us last term so that we
wouldn't embarass ourselves by pronouncing it wrongly.


Written on Tuesday, October 10, 2006; 2:24 PM


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