Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
I spent nine hours in the library today doing work with almost no interruptions. For the last half hour I was getting so restless that I was basically jumping up and down in my chai until finally I realized I have to leave or I will go insane. Unfortunately I didn't cover all the material I had to for the day. Isn't that insane? Parsing algorithms for syntax analysis, 200 pages of literary criticism of Evgeni Onegin (first of three books down and I have to write the essay tomorrow!?!), 275 pages of calculus covering material that took me two years to learn and which I haven't used since high school... When. Does. It. End?
Answer: On Friday. Well, the math part does anyway. The culmination of this Hellish week that started today will be the 4 hour exam on Friday morning. Although I guess technically I will have to start reading "A Hero of Our Time" immediately after the exam is done if I don't want to get behind on my work. Oxford is so much fun :D
In other somewhat related news, I spent most of my weekend following the adventures of Jack Bauer through his first longest day. I was pleasantly surprised by the quality of the show (which is not to say it's actually good but still...) One thing I learned from the show, however, is that I must be a terrorist. Maybe I don't realize it yet but, as one of my new favourite quotes says, "Jack Bauer can torture you into giving up information you do not possess."
Anyway, I have to go to sleep now so I can wake up even earlier tomorrow and spend even more time studying. Life is fun :D
http://www.notrly.com/jackbauer/index.php?topthirty - the only thing that has made me laugh in the last week.
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26 January 2009
16 January 2009
Arriving in the UK and all that exciting stuff
So the closest thing I had to a New Year's resolution was deciding that I'll start updating this blog as soon as I get to England which is now... well, just several hours short of a week ago. I actually felt like a lot longer had passed but I guess exploring two cities can do that for you. Anyway, I didn't have regular internet access until yesterday afternoon hence I haven't updated the blog. But better late than never...
My trip to London is probably the most "fun" flight I've ever been on (which kind of shows that I haven't had too much trouble with airplanes but whatever). It goes something like this: we board the airplane in Sofia, everyone is finally in their seats and there are only a couple of minutes until takeoff when the captain makes an announcement. "Ladies and gentlemen, my name is... *blah-blah-blah*... I am sorry to announce that due to the dense fog at Heathrow our flight will have a delay of three hours." Everyone stares stupidly for a second and then people start complaining loudly about having to spend three hours in the cafe and going through check in again when the captain adds "Ladies and gentlemen, we are hoping to get an earlier time slot but if we do, we will only have about 15 minutes to take off, therefore I will ask all of you to remain in your seat." >.>
Well, over two hours later (we did get an earlier time slot) we finally take off and quickly get to London... and start flying pretty circles over the city... and flying... and flying... then our beloved pilot announces "Our time slot was pushed back for half an hour and we waited but just now they pushed it back another hour and we are almost out of fuel. We will land at Gatwick, refuel, take off again, and land at Heathrow in a couple of hours" (Note: it probably takes less than that to drive from one airport to the other.)
Well, we spent something like an hour more in the plane at Gatwick, before we were told we would actually get off there. Turns out there were something like six or seven other flights that were told the same thing at the same time and we easily overwhelm the staff at the much smaller airport. But eventually I get my luggage and I finally step on UK soil (wasn't really an epiphany moment but oh well) a little over five hours later than expected. And if that doesnt seem like much consider that the actual flight time is about two hours.
Okay, this turned into a large enough post (that I doubt anyone would actually read but even a week later I feel somewhat relieved by telling the whole story over again) .
My trip to London is probably the most "fun" flight I've ever been on (which kind of shows that I haven't had too much trouble with airplanes but whatever). It goes something like this: we board the airplane in Sofia, everyone is finally in their seats and there are only a couple of minutes until takeoff when the captain makes an announcement. "Ladies and gentlemen, my name is... *blah-blah-blah*... I am sorry to announce that due to the dense fog at Heathrow our flight will have a delay of three hours." Everyone stares stupidly for a second and then people start complaining loudly about having to spend three hours in the cafe and going through check in again when the captain adds "Ladies and gentlemen, we are hoping to get an earlier time slot but if we do, we will only have about 15 minutes to take off, therefore I will ask all of you to remain in your seat." >.>
Well, over two hours later (we did get an earlier time slot) we finally take off and quickly get to London... and start flying pretty circles over the city... and flying... and flying... then our beloved pilot announces "Our time slot was pushed back for half an hour and we waited but just now they pushed it back another hour and we are almost out of fuel. We will land at Gatwick, refuel, take off again, and land at Heathrow in a couple of hours" (Note: it probably takes less than that to drive from one airport to the other.)
Well, we spent something like an hour more in the plane at Gatwick, before we were told we would actually get off there. Turns out there were something like six or seven other flights that were told the same thing at the same time and we easily overwhelm the staff at the much smaller airport. But eventually I get my luggage and I finally step on UK soil (wasn't really an epiphany moment but oh well) a little over five hours later than expected. And if that doesnt seem like much consider that the actual flight time is about two hours.
Okay, this turned into a large enough post (that I doubt anyone would actually read but even a week later I feel somewhat relieved by telling the whole story over again) .
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