Thursday, October 30, 2003
So I've just done my first exam...
And am now ready to kill myself. Heh... wouldn't that be fun? Basically, I'm wondering whether I did enough questions to pass, because I left 40% of my answer sheet blank. Okay, so I'm kidding. About the killing myself bit. I really did do ONLY three-fifths of the paper.
A sudden thought rushed through my brain while I was on "try your best to get 1 or 2 marks" mode near the end of the exam. It wasn't a new thought, in fact, it re-surfaced just this past Sunday. In the not-so-immortal words of Ben Stiller's Mr. Furious in Mystery Men, "So, why am I doing this again?"
I'm slowly discovering that there's only so much information I care to know. I'm going through lectures and tutorials and saying to myself, "Wow! That is interesting. Let me go learn more about it." I come to the exam hall and I look at the questions and go, "So, why am I doing this again?"
The fact remains that while Engineering on the whole interests me to some extent, I can't be bothered to mug and cram for an examination anymore. The whole concept of going through eight semesters of this shit (more if I don't pass the first time around) is getting to me. I just want to learn something new.
The truth is that my parents probably won't be happy with anything less than a Second (Upper) honours degree. Neither would I, to be frank. But am I prepared, ready and willing to work for it? Nope. Not now, not in a while. A logical fallacy? You bet. It sucks when you realise that your WHOLE life practically depends on this piece of paper, on the handful of years you spend in University. It sucks when you get all filial and responsible and want to be able to earn enough to support your parents in the near future. It sucks when you know you won't get a girl unless your grades (and work attitude) do a turn for the better.
"So, why am I doing this again?"
And am now ready to kill myself. Heh... wouldn't that be fun? Basically, I'm wondering whether I did enough questions to pass, because I left 40% of my answer sheet blank. Okay, so I'm kidding. About the killing myself bit. I really did do ONLY three-fifths of the paper.
A sudden thought rushed through my brain while I was on "try your best to get 1 or 2 marks" mode near the end of the exam. It wasn't a new thought, in fact, it re-surfaced just this past Sunday. In the not-so-immortal words of Ben Stiller's Mr. Furious in Mystery Men, "So, why am I doing this again?"
I'm slowly discovering that there's only so much information I care to know. I'm going through lectures and tutorials and saying to myself, "Wow! That is interesting. Let me go learn more about it." I come to the exam hall and I look at the questions and go, "So, why am I doing this again?"
The fact remains that while Engineering on the whole interests me to some extent, I can't be bothered to mug and cram for an examination anymore. The whole concept of going through eight semesters of this shit (more if I don't pass the first time around) is getting to me. I just want to learn something new.
The truth is that my parents probably won't be happy with anything less than a Second (Upper) honours degree. Neither would I, to be frank. But am I prepared, ready and willing to work for it? Nope. Not now, not in a while. A logical fallacy? You bet. It sucks when you realise that your WHOLE life practically depends on this piece of paper, on the handful of years you spend in University. It sucks when you get all filial and responsible and want to be able to earn enough to support your parents in the near future. It sucks when you know you won't get a girl unless your grades (and work attitude) do a turn for the better.
"So, why am I doing this again?"
