OK, Joseph has been conspicuously MIA in the blogosphere lately, but for good reason! Mugging season has long begun, and in fact, the exams have been streaming in! Woohooo.
I've been thinking of the exams as this series of random bullets fired away at all of us poor undergrads, and mugging (i.e. studying like crazy) has been our means of defense: crafting out formula sheets, reading and re-reading lectures and tutorials and scriobbling what I like to call 'power notes', and for those with film modules like me, watching movies (haha!) in our deeply concentrated efforts to create a protective intellectual armor (or force field if you like) that could withstand the onslaught of academic bullets during those fateful two-hour sessions in the exam hall. The longer and more intensive one mugs for his papers, the greater the odds he emerges out of the war unscathed.
But to come out unscathed is rather improbable, really, for mere mortals -- we can only hope to come out in good spirits, if at least alive, once the examiner announces his inevitable final words: Stop writing. The poor students flick their pens and pencils away and breathe a sigh of resignation, as the invigilators gather their spoils, or exam papers, rather.
But Joseph digresses. (In fact, this whole blog entry is a digression too actually) This is a blog entry about my current life and state of mind in numbers, and here goes.
6 exams for this semester, 3 of which are over, 3 more to go.
0 number of times Joseph will take six modules ever again, and 0 number of times he will take another fun English module :(. One can only complete a Minor in English Studies too soon, really. And besides, I took 7 English modules already, a module excess of the required 6.
1 internship interview Joseph went for, and 2 days after, he was hired! For 3 months he will be junior analyst at Carrots Consulting, a small firm with big-name local companies as clients. 800 buckaroos will be his compensation per month. Whee.
It will be 8 months before Joseph goes home to the Philippines, and it is the 1st time that he won't be home for about a year -- the longest time ever.
3.50 is the magic number, on which Joseph's Honours year, a.k.a. Year 4, depends, and if he had his way, he'd want to get as far as possible from this borderline.
Now this isn't a number, but Joseph got an A- for the painful EN3242 History of Film essay he wrote some weeks ago, so yey! Thank you Karen for helping me clarify my essay topic and helping to sort out the mess that was my original hazy and muddled argument. :D Thank you, Robert Altman and Jean Renoir, too, for making Gosford Park and The Rules of the Game, which served as the material of interest for my essay.
3241 and 3239 are the hardcore ST (Statistics) modules I'm taking in two days' time, so let the mugging and the panic resume!
Expect another blog entry again in, well, X days. Hee. Wish me luck for the exams!
Detachment
Detachment is the key to getting any work done.
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Joseph is swamped and stumped and stressed and sleepy. He's so tired he could sleep for a week. But no, he must conquer a mind-numbing ten-page film history essay, a statistics assignment involving hours at the lab, a group homework for linguistics class. Fortitude, Jose. Fortitude.
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Joseph is swamped and stumped and stressed and sleepy. He's so tired he could sleep for a week. But no, he must conquer a mind-numbing ten-page film history essay, a statistics assignment involving hours at the lab, a group homework for linguistics class. Fortitude, Jose. Fortitude.
