Valley's deep and the mountains's so high,
If you want to see God you've got to move on the other side,
If you stand up there with your head in the clouds,
Don't try to fly, you know you might not come down ..
I feel that I've entered some sort of wormhole or some fortnight-long coma. Where has February gone? Last I checked it was about the 5th and I was struggling with a torrent of work. Then Rip van Dickhead suddenly looked up and realised it was the 23rd. This tends to happen every time at least three deadlines are all in the same week, its a bit like I've just got out of Shawshank and realised the world has become all fast and in a big hurry. Admittedly I'm a little more Red than I am Brooks.
More Shawshank references, anyone?
My French class was cancelled today, meaning a blissful 2 hours free and making dragging myself out of bed at half eleven somewhat redundant. I went up to the German department in my free period to talk to Ingrid, one of my module coordinators and had possibly one of the best, most awkward and most hilarious lecturer conversations of the last four years. Just to get it in some sort of context, my project for this module is based on the art of a bloke called Otto Dix, who I did a presentation on last week. Our conversation was as follows.
Me: "Ingrid, did you get my email with my presentation powerpoint and handout attached?"
Ingrid: "I did, thankyou very much. Did you get all my feedback?"
Me: "Yes, it was very helpful. I think it'll really help me focus the project a little more and make it a little less vague."
Ingrid: "Well, your presentation went very well, your enthusiasm for Dix really came through" (read this sentence out loud)
Silence.
Me: "My enthusiasm for Di .. oh, right. Yeah"
Ingrid: "I need to be more careful don't I? It can be a little tricky talking about Dix."
Me: "I'm uncomfortable"
The last line wasn't really there, but it was certainly running through my head. Both of us were laughing too much at this point to really form any kind of counterpoint, but when someone nonchalantly points out what they perceive to be your enthusiasm for dicks, there isn't really any going back.
We're seeing more of these presentations today actually. Without sounding like a twat, nobody really wants to sit and listen to other peoples presentations. If this module had an exam, it might be useful, but seeing as we've picked our own projects and done our own research, it seems a little redundant. I feel sorry for everyone who had to sit through mine and my overwhelming enthusiasm for dicks.
I start to zone out during presentations. They're never uninteresting, its just that stuff which isn't relevant to me doesn't exactly make me Curious George. This is occasionally the case in seminars, where I start to float away into a world of distraction, when all of a sudden I realise I've been asked a question. And I look up at the lecturer, the magic roundabout theme tune fizzles out, the monkey stops banging its cymbals, and I realise I've been listing my favourite cereals in the margin of my notepad in lieu of taking part in a discussion of the German Student Movement.
Other than the attention span, I am a wonderful student.
As an endnote, if anybody feels like using google to find this blog using the most obscure and interesting search terms possible, please do so. It'll break the monotony of people searching for Bioshock porn.
