First thing I noticed is a strange bout of favouritism when comparing arts students (ie pussies) to Science Students (the manliest of men). You see the arts timetable is akin to a pleasant afternoon stroll in a rolling meadow, where the gentle breeze carries the faint smell of lavender. The science timetable on the other hand is like being a filthy peasant on a massive, oar powered ship; rowing for hours and hours in sync with the steady drumbeat and the occasional lashing to motivate us. Half of this time is spent doing practicals which are not really my thing. Here's a rundown of how my subject practicals go
- Biology - Adjusting microscope resolution and searching for some tiny, obscured feature of something you don't give a fuck about which lacks about 90% of the features you can get from a textbook diagram. (OK so I actually do give a little bit of a fuck, but seeing the thing isn't as useful to learning as you'd expect)
- Chemistry - Not too much to complain about except I don't care enough about experimental accuracy.
- Geology - Haven't actually done a prac for this one yet. I came to this class a week late so maybe it'll straighten me out a bit? Maybe not? What we did do last week was go on an excursion which was rather dull.
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