Friday morning was pretty crappy. For some reason I started to get very down about my schoolwork. I decided I was fed up of jumping through hoops all the time and considering whether doing so would have any lasting damaging effects on my thinking ability. In my DT coursework I have a serious (and interesting) problem to solve, albeit a little hazy because of incomprehensible requests. But instead of actually solving the problem I have to dumb it down into discrete little chunks that will allow me to tick the boxes on the list of things the examiners want me to write so that I can get a good mark. Computing is pretty much the same, and there seems to be no end to the amount of work I need to do on my maths to attempt to get it straight in my head.
mchicago had a bit of a go at me today apparently without provocation (I’m sure he had his reasons). Instead of letting him piss me off (which probably wasn’t his intention anyway) I tried to look at it constructively. I’ve decided that I should make a couple of late new years resolutions. I think the abuse my body clock gets from my late nights is having a detremental effect on my learning ability, so I’m going to make a serious effort to go to bed earlier and get up earlier. The other thing is my time management. I have a talent for letting 7 hour chunks of time disappearing without me noticing. The amount of work I actually spend on schoolwork outside of school is a lot smaller than it should be, and as this term is crunch time for my A-levels, if I’m going to change that, now is the time to do it.
Anyway, where was I? Friday afternoon was slightly more interesting. I found out that Bourne United Charities actually sent a letter to the headmaster of my school requesting that I, and three girls stop picking up litter from the park. I’m not kidding. The letter basically says that the Charity, who allegedly look after the park area in question have not given us their permission to pick up litter and had they been asked, they would not have given permission. We are doing it without supervision and it’s not safe for us to do so. There are times in life when I wonder if I’m awake or dreaming. This is one of those times.
The letter was sent in November following an article in the local newspaper about us doing it and I’ve only just found out about the letter. The Bourne Forum are going to have a field day with this one, but that’s not all I have in store. Watch this space.
Last night I was invited to a meal with lauperr‘s family in the local pub which was really lovely. I had a great time, lost at pool, missed the dart board and drank Guinness. I’m not sure WHY I was invited but hey. I was a bit upset that I didn’t get to thank them properly though as I had to shoot off to catch my lift and they hadn’t got back to laura’s house from the pub before I left.
I got an information pack from Warwick University yesterday with a letter saying I will get a letter telling me whether they’ve actually given me an offer shortly. Riiiigght. So what’s the point in sending me an information pack if you’re going to turn me down?! I also got a cheque from b+h for the Albert Hall job and a matching credit card bill of dad’s that I have to pay. Oh well, you win some you lose some.
I finally found out today who made my Pocket mStation mp3 juekbox, it was SSI America, but they call it a Neo Jukebox or something. Anyway, it turns out they’ve made the firmware for some of their players open source! W00t! The bad news is that the hardware limitations mean that it is impossible to add ogg vorbis support to it 🙁 – Now that there seems some life left in the old thing and I’m no longer getting a new mp3 player for my birthday, I may eventually buy a new battery and a bigger hard disk for it.
Now that I’ve made and eaten some porridge and wasted time writing this I’m getting late for bed again and already breaking one of my resolutions. Good start.