Currently listening to: The Lawrence Arms – Drunk Mouth Kitchen Smile
Title irrelevant to the topic at hand, but relevant to other…things.
Tomorrow is my first day of university/TAFE. It is so embarrassing to be a TAFE student, I hate it. I mean, there really isn’t anything wrong with TAFE, it just has such a bad reputation. High school drop outs, derros, people wanting to file nails as a career, dead babies in bins.
At 10.30am I have orientation, and then my first class (Create a Simple Mark Up Language Document to Specification) at 12.00pm until 2.00pm.
Here are my classes for Semester 1:
MONDAY
12.00 – 2.00 Create a Simple Mark Up Language Document to Specification
TUESDAY
4.00 – 6.00 Automate Processes
WEDNESDAY
4.30 – 8.30 Communication for Information Systems and Technology
THURSDAY
9.00 – 12.00 Develop and Present a Feasibility Report
Determine and Confirm Client Business Expectations and Needs
4.00 – 6.00 Install and Manage Network Protocols
Connect Internal Hardware Components
FRIDAY
9.00 – 12.00 Build a Graphical User Interface
Apply Introductory Programming Skills in Another Language
2.00 – 5.00 Apply Mathematical Techniques for Software Development
Eek.
So tomorrow, it begins. Hopefully I’ll have time to do…um…anything else. I’m working every alternate Saturday night (4.00 – 9.00) to replace Fen Fen I think, or perhaps Leah, and next weekend I am working both Saturday night and Sunday afternoon. So that will leave no time for myself. Also it takes about an hour to get in/out of the city by train, so this will all add up. I’m going to die.
I need to post here more. When I was away, I wrote down everything I did each day in bed at night. A journal, or a Captain’s Log, if you will (I sure will). It’s just a matter of getting around and writing it all up, which I guarantee will take quite a while. I started writing it all out by hand on the first day, I wrote down the plane trip, which took about 30 minutes and I wrote about 5 pages. This was before we even landed in Sydney. So the rest is in dot point form, about 3 or 4 pages for each day, of dot points. Yes, I’m telling you, it will take a while (and a lot of patience and effort) to type it all up and make it make sense.
Regardless, over this period (haha…period…) I need to make sure I can collect my stupid thoughts and ramblings here. Because people read it, they obviously have no lives, and thus I must keep them entertained. And me, too.
Yoink from Jay-rad.
I hate Vawemtime’s Day. Bitter. Jealous. Lonely…ah papapishu.
