It been a few weeks since I finished uni for good, finished my full time education for good. Last year I wasn’t ready to leave. This year I am. I have loved Imperial College London. I have never been worked so hard, never had my brain fried so thoroughly, never taken such terrifying exams. At the same time, I have never been so proud of what I’ve achieved or learnt so much so quickly or loved the people around me so fiercely. These four years have been really special.
Despite still living at home, I have experienced independence in a way I had previously not known. My oyster card has been my gateway to London, with which I have mastered the underground. I could sleepwalk my way to Gloucester Road; in fact I probably have…9am lectures are rough.
Anyway I don’t want to gush. The pictures say it better than I could ever describe. *gets out tissues*
The Maths Party during Freshers week
My birthday…I got two cakes.
Went to an event called Shaam held by Pak Soc
At Sussanah’s house
At the Harry Potter Studios
On Queen’s Lawn. Dat pout tho.
After our last exam when we felt (and looked) like crap
Me and James seem to synchronise a lot
Handing in my final year project
I made a video montage with many more pics which can be viewed here, if you wish to experience the full journey.
Over and Out!
The end of term is fast approaching and I couldn’t be more grateful. I am exhausted both mentally and physically; I think commuting 3 hours a day has finally taken its toll. Over Christmas I have a truckload of work to do (will it ever end?!) but at least I’ll get to do it in the comfort of my home where I can wake up when I want, eat when I want and work on things at my own pace.
I believe I complained about one of my modules (Stat Theory) in my second to last post. You’re in luck- I’m going to complain about it some more. I had my last every lecture for it today *Hallelujah!*. Considering how much I’ve struggled with the course and felt like I had no idea what was going on, I did well in the coursework which has put my lecturer under the illusion that I am competent.
What I realised was that he likes things done his way and I have no qualms about adjusting my notation and methods to suit him. However there is one guy in my class who started arguing with the lecturer today after he got docked marks for doing something in a different way not taught in the course. I wouldn’t have had a problem if he had spoken to the lecturer in private but he decided to start making his point during the lecture in front of everyone about how ‘real’ mathematicians can accept that there are numerous ways to approach the same problem. The lecturer essentially told him to STFU and I thought the guy would do us all a favour and take the hint but he just carried on.
It very quickly turned into a pissing contest where he’d just start pointing out every mistake the lecturer made, even something minor like brackets. At the end of the lecture he was still moaning and he tried asking other students if we supported his view. I said I didn’t want to get involved and he straight up called us all ‘PUSSIES’. My bad. Sorry for not wanting to be a dick to my lecturer who’ll be marking my exam this Summer.
Personally I don’t see why it’s so hard for him to be flexible- surely that’s also an important skill for a mathematician too. Whatever.
On a lighter note, tomorrow I am celebrating the end of term with my friends by watching the new Hobbit movie. Really excited! Hope it’s worth the hype.
Over and Out!
- Using blue pen instead of black
- Not removing your USB safely
- Putting cucumber in a fruit salad
- Eating After 8’s before 8
- Doing your maths homework in pen
- Talking in the silent section
- Not minding the gap before you get off the train
- Standing in front of the yellow line on the platform
- Eating crunchies in the silent section
- Dividing zero by zero
- Leaving out the constant of integration when integrating
- Ringing the bell for your bus stop and not getting off
- Eating only 4 pieces of fruit and veg a day
- Singing rolling in the deep in the shallow end
- Buying 11 items in the express queue
- Using degrees instead of radians
- Not using commas in a list
- Wearing red on St Patrick’s day
- Not smoking in the smoker’s section
- Drinking only 1.99 litres of water a day
#SWAG #YOLO #shinebrightlikeadiamond #bestpostevaaa #hatersgonhate #hashtag
(Muchos gracias James, Shakira and Dania for the ideas)
Over and Out!
James had his 21st birthday party at a really nice posh place near Victoria. Turned out to be an awesome night! Looking over my last few posts, it looks as if I go to parties/weddings all the time. I don’t usually- honest! This is a random burst of activity before the social hibernation that is exam revision time.
James was pretty clear about the dress code. We were to come in dresses which gave me the opportunity to get my bargain prom dress out of my wardrobe. I haven’t worn it in about 4 years but I had a really special prom and thus many happy memories associated with that dress. The only problem was that I had to take the train there. Where lies the problem you may wonder… well my coat is quite short and my dress is quite long and coat on top of dress looks pretty darn ridiculous. Add public transport and unwanted attention and you get a problem. What I ended up doing was tucking my dress into some jeans (yay creased dress!), wearing flats and putting my heels in a separate bag. I was also wearing tights under my jeans which is one of the most uncomfortable feelings in the world and the tights were so tight, they felt like Spanx aka. a corset for my legs. Highly unpleasant. It also rained on the way so my hair, which looked nice and tame when I left home, looked flat and lifeless by the time I arrived. Greattt!
Everyone was looking super dapper, particularly James who was looking extra boom in a suit and tie.
James and Shakira
Me, Meeti and Suzannah (unintentionally wearing all black)
My friend Meeti has a special diet which essentially cuts out eggs, meat, fish, onions and garlic. James alerted the caterers about this and gave them a week to come up with something for her. At the start of the evening, Meeti was told that the Head Chef was specially preparing her meals and that they would be brought to her. It felt like VIP treatment and I was really impressed. Unfortunately they seemed to think her diet was also gluten free which imposes further restrictions. The waiter walked in with an impressive silver tray and lid and theatrically lifted it to reveal this as her starter:
That’s right. Boiled veggies. We were rather bemused. For mains she got extremely salty aubergine and courgettes slices piled into a tower with spinach. It was probably not the most appetizing meal compared to the lamb and vegetable lasagna everyone else was tucking into. Things ended well though because James’ birthday cake was a beautiful, super tasty eggless cake that Meeti (and me) scoffed. Om nom nom!
I promised James I would dance (badly) at his birthday and I did. Me and Meeti kicked off our shoes and busted a few dance moves on the floor. About 20 of us performed the Macarena and everyone had great fun Gangnam styling. I think my rotating lightbulb dance went down quite well!
$#%&%** EHHH MACARENA!
Basically…. I had a really good time! Woo!
Over and Out!
So you know where I said I was going to see ‘Life of Pi’…yeah that didn’t happen. Instead we ended up seeing Skyfall at the ridiculous time of half 9 in the evening. Somebody once told me only saddos go to the cinema in the morning. By that logic, yesterday I must have been gangsta.
It was really good! It was different in the style of other Bond movies in that it was more… personal. This was Bond who has someone to fight for rather than Bond the cool, calculating killer. There’s more of that humanity that has been coming across increasingly since Casino Royale. 007 is not invincible. Even he can’t simply brush off his clothes and get up after being shot. He can still talk his way out of everything though, think unbelievably quickly on his feet, fight with prowess and of course he’s sexy as hell. He sports some stubble for a while too and well… I have a weakness for stubble.
Javier Bardem does a wonderful job as a villian. He’s not just another crazy fool who wants to ‘take over ze world‘. He has an agenda and a motive so whilst he is a complete bastard, at least we know why. He also manipulates Bond wonderfully by making him squirm. Javier Bardem caressing Daniel Craig’s thighs was just a brilliant touch and probably one of my favourite scenes in the film.
It was also a breath of fresh air that Bond doesn’t get too caught up in women. Don’t get me wrong, he still gets some action but the film doesn’t revolve around it. (This was also welcome as I was watching with my parents and there is no fast forward button at a cinema.) There’s a rather nice shaving scene *eyebrow dance*. What is it with shaving that makes it so…intimate?
The producers have understood that this generation isn’t impressed by shooting pens anymore- in a sense we’ve ‘grown up’. The weapons and technology are not far-fetched. There’s no flashy car. In fact it all hinges on a radio! This equipment was given to 007 by Q who was rather pleasant on the eyes and personifies nerdy but hot.
Q with Bond
Last but not least, there was such a brilliant British undertone to it all. There was a sense of: we might not have the empire, but we can still own yo arse. I loved the scenes at Temple tube station, the landscape shots of London, the bulldog sitting on M’s desk, the ‘welcome to Scotland’ followed by an almighty bang part and quite frankly the sheer resilience Bond fights with. Very fitting for 50 years of Bond and Adele on the soundtrack was a nifty little bonus.
Over and Out.