TOUGHSTUFF: I KID YOU NOT!

If there's anything worse than having a lecture on Behavioural Science, it'll definitely be having a BS lecture with a substandard lecturer; which was what happened today. The first lecture was half an hour late, and to top it up the lecturer was scary as hell--he could tell a joke with a straight face and no one would know if he's serious or otherwise. So yeah, the lecture was on "Falling Ill", but I was personally falling ill myself (not literally, silly) in the lecture hall. If I remember correctly, he was mentioning about the definition of illness and delays in treatment on part of the patient but the others were in my opinion rather vague (the thought of falling asleep in class comes to mind). But seriously, this is nowhere as bad as the second lecture (which was also a BS topic), which was on "Pain".

I believe it wouldn't take a genius to figure out that it was, indeed, a pain to listen to. If my tone was any indication, this has to be by far one of the worst lecturers I have ever seen and I am not kidding when I said it was a pain: the akward pauses were quite tangible.

Of course, there's also the God-sent thing called a book which I read to numb out all the dull voice of the lecturer. I DID try my best to listen, really--but when only psychological theories are present (which may I add, is based on models alone), it is pretty difficult to accept it as it is.

Rushed off for band practice right after class: the bassist was much more well prepared this time around, but Mr.Keyboardist decided that having lunch would be a much more enticing prospect and Ms.Guitarist had to attend MMS (that's Medical Museum Session to you). Which ultimately left me with Mr.Drummer and Ms.Bassist to practice, and anyone in a band can attest that it is near impossible to practice effectively with only those two instruments; more so if the performance is ~1 hour away. But we practive we did. Somehow.

I somehow did manage to grab a slice of pizza and that's pretty much what i had for lunch--there's much work to do today.

The other musicians arrived 15 minutes before the performance; just in time for set-up. Consequently as a result of little practice the first song was rather screwed with the slight akward pause somwhere in the middle. I cringe just thinking about it. The other two songs, however were much more do-able, considering how we practiced it before (we recycled the song from the previous performance).

And then there's the packing part at the end, where I hate the most.

Attended MMS after a short break/jamming session in the Music Room and boy, was it fun. Sorta.

So this time around we had to study an ECG of a toad (don't ask me why) and answer questions based on it; but first of all do indulge me in a little bitching. So we were sitting at the tables, a few 13 or so of us; and the questions were in the middle of the table. Naturally a few would want to take a look at the questions, but some stupid girl (okay a few of them) at the opposite end of the table took the whole set of question and basically hogged it, leaving my friends and I for a good 15 minutes or so staring at them as they discussed it.

But the real blow on the balls came when they asked "Does anyone know how to answer these questions? I don't even understand what it means," to which I promptly replied with a dry "I would, if I could see the question to begin with". Suffice to say they got the message.

We got our question, and we discussed it--it wasn't too hard, actually but I guess some people just dont see the answers even if it poked them in the nether regions. It's not like we were not allowed to make references in the first place anyway. But alas we spent about half an hour more than we were allocated (because 2 friends of mine decided that debating with each other on a matter regarding the question was more important than completing the others).

Went home straight after, and slept till dinnertime. As usual, nasi lemak for the poor, lazy student who woke up too late to cook. Had a little row with my mum (as usual, but I believe we'll get over it. somehow.) and well, let's just say it was one of the worst.

Hoping for a better day tomorrow. God knows how much I need it.