Well yesterday we had the fiasco that was our module choice fair. I don't know if its the same everywhere but in may experience most educational institutes couldn't organise their way out of a paper bag!
Anywho I've chosen the subjects I'm studying for next year: Dissertation, Writing Culture and Society and Scriptwriting. It should be a relatively simple and straight forward year - we only have to go in once a fortnight for most subjects!
Even better than that I can start work over the summer!
Education is not filling a bucket, but lighting a fire - William Butler Yeats
Thursday 11 March 2010
Wednesday 10 March 2010
Dictionary Stories 2010-03-10
Oaf
OAF. John couldn't help but laugh as he read his ticket. He could almost imagine that the ticket was commenting on him. He had been called as much at school. It hadn't been that he was especially dimwitted but, as he had once looked in his dictionary, he was certainly awkward. His forehead was inflamed as if it came too far out. His nose and mouth were also too large and he had almost a demonic appearance. Aside from some discomfort he had had as a child he could mostly live a normal life. He still got people staring at him but now it seemed most were embarrassed by their own behaviour he had learned to ignore it.
The train pulled into the platform and John boarded. He was looking forward to the continuation of his Australian adventure. It had been purely by chance that he had come here. After leaving university he had decided to go traveling and had various ideas of where to go. He had put the options up on a dartboard and thrown a dart blindfolded as a random generator. Australia had won. He had started with the Sidney Opera House and was now moving on to the unknown Australia. He would soon arrive at the station with the code of OAF.
OAF. John couldn't help but laugh as he read his ticket. He could almost imagine that the ticket was commenting on him. He had been called as much at school. It hadn't been that he was especially dimwitted but, as he had once looked in his dictionary, he was certainly awkward. His forehead was inflamed as if it came too far out. His nose and mouth were also too large and he had almost a demonic appearance. Aside from some discomfort he had had as a child he could mostly live a normal life. He still got people staring at him but now it seemed most were embarrassed by their own behaviour he had learned to ignore it.
The train pulled into the platform and John boarded. He was looking forward to the continuation of his Australian adventure. It had been purely by chance that he had come here. After leaving university he had decided to go traveling and had various ideas of where to go. He had put the options up on a dartboard and thrown a dart blindfolded as a random generator. Australia had won. He had started with the Sidney Opera House and was now moving on to the unknown Australia. He would soon arrive at the station with the code of OAF.
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