Here are actual excerpts from my Psychological Research Methodology course outline:

Report Re-mark: 'On the form you have to clearly state why you think you deserve more or fewer marks (It's funny, you know, but we've never received a request demanding that the mark should go down)"

'Anyone who aims to score the minimum pass mark (50%) is very foolish and deserves to fail.'

'As more and more animated and interactive material is added (to the website), attempting to print the material will be come a more and more futile exercise, rather like trying to print a video or printing out the words to "Ode to Joy" thinking that it will capture the soul of Beethoven's 9th. So don't try to print out any web pages that do not have a white background."

"Please turn off mobile phones. It is the height of bad manners to leave mobile phones switched on when attending any lecture or tutorial, just as it is in a restaurant, cinema or theatre. It is even worse to actually use the damn things."

"If you conscientiously and dilligently follow the above advice (attend tutorials, study, etc.), your popularity will soar, fame and fortune will come your way, your love life will flourish but, most important of all, you will pass the course. If you ignore the above advice, the chances are that your personal hygiene will suffer, you will develop a nasty little rash, your beloved will run off with your best friend, your family will disown you but, worst of all, you will fail PSYC1040."

As you can see, or rather, conclude yourself, I have a lecturer with a very dry sense of humour.

I got to the lecture theatre, watched him set up his equipment for 10 minutes while reading the outline and cracking up, listened to him talk for another 20 minutes before he asked us if we had any questions. And that was it. A 2 hour lecture done in 30, or rather 20 minutes.

Earlier in the day, I had my first Political Science lecture, and I chose not to sit with those in a group who already know each other cause chances are, I'd get ignored and if I missed out on anything during the lecture, I'd be screwed. So I sat next to a guy who wasn't sitting next to anyone and I noticed later that he had a slight resemblance to Daniel Radcliffe. Name sound familiar? Think Harry Potter.

And I saw a girl from my old high school. Previously anorexic and now obviously, no longer anorexic. Actually, that became obvious about a month before school ended. Anyway, she was part of a group in my old high school that thought being anorexic were their badges of honour. Ridiculous, really. How insulting to food. Food is meant to be enjoyed, not avoided! Well, at least it's better than bulimics. Throwing up food voluntarily, bah!

See, I can guarantee that with my never-ending love affair with food, and cravings for chocolate that hit me often enough, I will never become anorexic and/or bulimic. How's that for the girlfriend resume, eh? You will never have to suffer from me telling you that I'm hungry but can't eat (not 24/7), listen to me throw up (well, voluntarily), or tell you to get food out of my face (because I've never done that).

Sorry, digressed. Going back to uni now. :) 

Since the psychology lecture ended so early, I had 4 hours to spare before dance class. Signed up for the last tutorial that just made Wednesday no longer 12-6 pm, but an 11-6 pm day. Fuck, here's to hoping I don't just die on the dancefloor during dance class. I had just exited the library when Ivan and Leigh, ex-seniors from my high school called out to me. We talked awhile and then I just read my book as we sat on the grass in the Great Court.

You know how some people like to give pompous names to crappy places? Well, the Great Court really is great. It's massive, surrounded by the buildings that never fail to awe me, and the view is absolutely magnificient. People just sleep there between lectures and there was a guy juggling away. Strange, but very fascinating.

Then at 6:30 pm, my dance class started. The turnout was very impressive; there might just have been over a hundred of us. I saw Tom who is currently doing Law and we paired up. What we learnt was Latin dancing, and it was really fun. Though we learnt the first few steps together, the girls had to then swap and move to the next guy on the right. So every girl danced with at least 20 guys and vice versa for the guys!

By the time it ended, I was exhausted and caught the bus feeling quite happy. However, when I got back to the house, I found out that Ryan had forgotten to tell his mom that I would be back late so there was no dinner for me. Arghhh.. so I gave him lots of good whacks and scolding and whipped up something mom had taught me while I was back home. Well actually, I had forgotten it, but mom sent me an sms today with all the instructions. Yay for mom!

Third day of uni down, first week over. Now onto my first 4-day weekend!