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| I thought I'd do something for a change today, so I decided to update the Xanga. I have just finished my first essay this term, after spending 2 days reading up for it. I love lungs. Wasn't it just a bit too intense to get work over email when the term hadn't properly started?
Now I have found my favorite thing in Cambridge. I like the sun shining over a cold winter day. It seems too tranquil to be warm, but only clean and transparent. This scene always fillls me with calmness and contentment, on a cold winter morning, on my way to a 9 o'clock lecture. | | |
| I went to the Police Station to report the accident today. To my pleasant surprise, the driver had spoken to them himself.
Then I went to the Chinese supermarket to buy some instant noodles. Happiness starts to be measured out in the number of packs stored in the cupbourd. Youghurts in the fridge count as halves. Life suddenly becomes simple (not for Vicky because she can't count).
A place always feels empty without somebody no matter how holy it is. The punts sometimes look a bit lonely. People come and go. They buy fudge and we take free samples. They buy cups and we buy scarves. They have been here and we live here. It is such a pity that we hury thought King's College as a path while others appriciate it as a wonder. They look at the ducks thinking how lovely they are while we do so in greed and hunger
Dante would have thought that I would go to hell. Was human nature so designed to ensure that most of us do go there? You hear about death so often on the news and it seems all so common. In medicine, it is the worst outcome. Death is very complicated. Perfection is hard to maintain. We should be good to ourselves just for the sake of all the hard-working proteins that keep us alive. Do you know how upset they are if you don't eat properly or overdo it? We really shouldn't confuse them further as they are confusing enough themselves. Vindictiveness is never regarded as a virtue.
Good night my fellow mammals. I should do some reading. | | |
| I got hit by a bus today... which is not the best thing to do on a Monday morning. I was happily cycling my way to the bodies after reading up and writing my esaay for 4 hours ( yes I got up at 5), a bus passed by and its fast-moving side tilted my handle. I fell on my right arm and it is still hurting quite badly. There were so many nice people to give me a hand and I was a bit baffled. My helmet saved my life...
Then I somehow made my way to the anatomy theatre (cycling...) and went for First Aid. She just gave me a plaster!!! They don't even have ethanol!!! I just sat there for 2 hrs when my teammates were digging in the buttocks. They were also very interested in palpating my scaphoid ( a bone in the hand ) to see if it was fractured.
Oh well, there was a thought flashing through my head when I was on the ground: if my arm is broken, I don't have to write that essay any more... | | |
| I had a rather difficult supervision today, during which my supervisor wore a constant smirk. I thought he must have had a really good night with his wife.
He returned my essay, which had been graded at 2.2. He mentioned some things that I should have included - things that I had read about, but ultimately decided to neglect. Had I used them, I could have got a 2.1. This week I must write an essay on the theory of enzyme design. We must imagine ourselves to be engineers and choose which amino acids to include in the enzymes. How tragic!
I have literally no weekends these days, so I can't go to any parties or bops or anybody's birthday meal, or anything. I just have to sit and write.
Well, actually I do go to parties. Oh, there's one funny thing - when we take photos these days, we don't say, "Cheese!" any more. We say, "Caius!" Everyone is developing an obsession with their own college. I love Caius excessively.
And I've just discovered today that some people's rooms are up the staircases behind the dining hall, so they can just come out and eat! How convenient! Yeah - is that amazing? Do you have people living in staircases behind your hall?
We had a conversation yesterday with our supervisor. A girl has transferred from NatSci to do medicine. She told us that some animals can't ejaculate with their heads on, so the female has to bite it off first. How fun! What she actually said was, "They get it going - going - going, and then she bites his head off..."
And our supervisor said, "Crikey!"
He's a man.
Vicky visited me today, and we had our favourite showertime together. Only now we don't have a toilet for her to sit on, so I carried a chair into our lovely bathroom for her convenience. And we had a good time. What did we talk about? Oh, that was it. We were talking about Hall and pheasants and aubergines. And Shakespeare!
[As you may have guessed, Anna is not the person at the keyboard. I am ghostwriting for her, blending her dictation with my own fluid prose. The only thing is, I am not sure that she actually wants me to put every word she says onto Xanga. Oh well, c'est la vie. Treat this as a fly-on-the-wall documentary.]
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| Haha! I bought an anatomy colouring book today! From now on I can enjoy doodling without guilt!
I wrote some notes yesterday for the supervision on the movements, joints, and muscles involved to pick up a peanut and then put it in the mouth. I was shocked by the power and cunningness of evolution. Human body is mechanically perfect, except from the strange arrangement of the Ductus deferens. | | |
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