Omg omg. *bimbo fit* I paid attention to my first lesson today!!! (At least for the first 30 minutes of it.) I'm so excited because what my lecturer said for the first 3 minutes ACTUALLY made sense!!! *more bimbo fits* And I'm actually going to tell you what he said, cos they were completely not related to economics. :D :D :D *flicks bimbo dreadlocks*
And so, there are two kinds of students at University -- the first are those who actually want to learn something; the second are those who just want that stamp on their forehead that says BSc Economics, University of Warwick.
Warwick makes us more "productive" in preparation for the "real world". Or not. The fact may actually be that Warwick is merely a screening process. Imagine a factory, in comes the raw material(students), then you get the workers who work on them (teachers), then you get the final stamp. The QC - Quality Check. First Class: BRILLIANT! Second Upper: Not Brilliant but ALMOST there. Second Lower: Really, just Lower. Third: Hmmm. Pass: I can pay you nuts and you wouldnt give a peep.
(The additional descriptions for degree classifications are complimentary from me.)
Sigh.
Yes people. I'm back in England. Where time passes slower and I sleep more (or not). I'm quite happy that time passes slower, at least I get more time to do more things I want to do, which I normally dont do in Singapore because time is minimal. But as time passes slower, I unfortunately have more time to sit around and draw up epic plans to quit school. (In the last phone call my dad made to me before I boarded the plane, he said "No quitting of school." Period.) I'm so bloody stubborn huh. But fact is, I have admitted to this fate (i seem to say this very often), and I am slightly determined to pass this stupidhypocriticalannoyingfuckinguseless degree. So that I can get that piece of paper and burn it.
*listens to Ayumi and paints my bimbotic nails.*
And so, there are two kinds of students at University -- the first are those who actually want to learn something; the second are those who just want that stamp on their forehead that says BSc Economics, University of Warwick.
Warwick makes us more "productive" in preparation for the "real world". Or not. The fact may actually be that Warwick is merely a screening process. Imagine a factory, in comes the raw material(students), then you get the workers who work on them (teachers), then you get the final stamp. The QC - Quality Check. First Class: BRILLIANT! Second Upper: Not Brilliant but ALMOST there. Second Lower: Really, just Lower. Third: Hmmm. Pass: I can pay you nuts and you wouldnt give a peep.
(The additional descriptions for degree classifications are complimentary from me.)
Sigh.
Yes people. I'm back in England. Where time passes slower and I sleep more (or not). I'm quite happy that time passes slower, at least I get more time to do more things I want to do, which I normally dont do in Singapore because time is minimal. But as time passes slower, I unfortunately have more time to sit around and draw up epic plans to quit school. (In the last phone call my dad made to me before I boarded the plane, he said "No quitting of school." Period.) I'm so bloody stubborn huh. But fact is, I have admitted to this fate (i seem to say this very often), and I am slightly determined to pass this stupidhypocriticalannoyingfuckinguseless degree. So that I can get that piece of paper and burn it.
*listens to Ayumi and paints my bimbotic nails.*
