Up until today I would have never known that I could hate it so much. It is the most time consuming, frustrating and irritating method of learning I have ever embarked upon. The term 'refining your search' has been rephrased in my mind as 'slow death by keyword swaps'. I am tired. I am frustrated. And most importantly, I am bored out my mind. Now, at least, I have a bottle of wine. I think that I have established that for one, my reaction to alcohol seems to have greatly lessened, as those tablets of doom leave my system; plus I think perhaps it was the ginger beer, not the wine. Whether it is true or not is of absolutely no interest to me. I have suffered enough today.
I've been contemplating giving up on the study this year. By that, I don't mean not completing the course. I just mean doing the bare minimum, and scraping, hopefully, a pass. That type of behaviour goes against all my natural instincts, and ultimately, I just don't think I can relax enough to pull it off.
Something just bit me on my cheek. It's been one of those days, where I take such events to be expected.
I did go out to visit my ink cartridge man this afternoon, and despite having run out of refills specific to my needs, he gave me brand new ones and charged me refill price. So that was kind. I am a regular customer though, and we have reached the point of small talk about what utter drivel ran my ink out this time. This time, I said, it was about whether painkillers are linked to hearing loss. He looked at me with interest. 'Really?' I looked at him with what must have been horror. He said 'too soon?' I said 'very much so - it's still firmly boxed in the 'fuck off I never want to hear of you again' section of my mind, reserved almost exclusively for completed OU courses and intimidating drunks'. He said 'I'll charge you refill price'.
Ah... it all becomes clear. Perhaps I am the intimidating drunk and I will end up imploding into my own mental box. I don't think so. I'm sober now, and I was certainly sober then. Hopefully this sorry state of affairs will be rectified in the very near future.
Time doesn't tick. But the deadline is fast approaching and my stress levels are increasing exponentially, with each hour certainly marking a mathematically quantifiable addition to the number of assignment-related tasks I am yet to undertake. Task rate appears inversely proportional to available time, as ever.
I am no longer friends with google. I am certainly not friends with google scholar. And I'm not even a particular fan of the OU library as it has made my computer slow on a number of occasions. I'm not even going to entertain the other search engines any longer, for fear of punching them in their virtual face, which would ultimately lead to the necessity of purchasing a new laptop. I wish I could write an assignment on why I didn't write the assignment.
Internet research
Up until today I would have never known that I could hate it so much. It is the most time consuming, frustrating and irritating method of learning I have ever embarked upon. The term 'refining your search' has been rephrased in my mind as 'slow death by keyword swaps'. I am tired. I am frustrated. And most importantly, I am bored out my mind. Now, at least, I have a bottle of wine. I think that I have established that for one, my reaction to alcohol seems to have greatly lessened, as those tablets of doom leave my system; plus I think perhaps it was the ginger beer, not the wine. Whether it is true or not is of absolutely no interest to me. I have suffered enough today.
I've been contemplating giving up on the study this year. By that, I don't mean not completing the course. I just mean doing the bare minimum, and scraping, hopefully, a pass. That type of behaviour goes against all my natural instincts, and ultimately, I just don't think I can relax enough to pull it off.
Something just bit me on my cheek. It's been one of those days, where I take such events to be expected.
I did go out to visit my ink cartridge man this afternoon, and despite having run out of refills specific to my needs, he gave me brand new ones and charged me refill price. So that was kind. I am a regular customer though, and we have reached the point of small talk about what utter drivel ran my ink out this time. This time, I said, it was about whether painkillers are linked to hearing loss. He looked at me with interest. 'Really?' I looked at him with what must have been horror. He said 'too soon?' I said 'very much so - it's still firmly boxed in the 'fuck off I never want to hear of you again' section of my mind, reserved almost exclusively for completed OU courses and intimidating drunks'. He said 'I'll charge you refill price'.
Ah... it all becomes clear. Perhaps I am the intimidating drunk and I will end up imploding into my own mental box. I don't think so. I'm sober now, and I was certainly sober then. Hopefully this sorry state of affairs will be rectified in the very near future.
Time doesn't tick. But the deadline is fast approaching and my stress levels are increasing exponentially, with each hour certainly marking a mathematically quantifiable addition to the number of assignment-related tasks I am yet to undertake. Task rate appears inversely proportional to available time, as ever.
I am no longer friends with google. I am certainly not friends with google scholar. And I'm not even a particular fan of the OU library as it has made my computer slow on a number of occasions. I'm not even going to entertain the other search engines any longer, for fear of punching them in their virtual face, which would ultimately lead to the necessity of purchasing a new laptop. I wish I could write an assignment on why I didn't write the assignment.