Traffic in Jerusalem
On the whole it's great. Traffic flows, horses ride, people walk - everyone gets where they need to be when they need to be there. But, as I'm sure the rule is in all major cities, I'm never on time.
The world conspires against me. Just at those times that I need a miracle to occur so I'll meet my Dad on time - it never does! One time it's an accident, one time I just miss the bus, sometimes I can't walk fast enough, or on that day in particular I discover that God won't let me fly!
Why always me? Doesn't the universe understand how many people are being inconvenienced by having to wait for me? Shouldn't the basic laws of physics be bent just a tad so everyone can avoid all this stress and anger? Just imagine - World Peace!!
"You put your right foot in.."
There is a lot to be said for starting off on the right foot with a professor. I started the semester in Stats having done most of it at a basic level. Because I knew much of the material, he took a shine to me. I now seem to be in a state of "can do no wrong". Fun!
I am aware that right now we are hitting the material that I didn't really learn in Sydney and should learn it now. Time to pay attention.
juggling all this stuff is not easy. Add to it that I can't multitasking and I don't want to drown. When people ask me how my year is going I can tell them that academically, it's going very well. The rest is a little falling apart. This blog has not been updated as much as it could be mostly because I'm dealing with the real world. Which is a good thing. On the other hand I've always found it relaxing to organize my thoughts in writing. So less blog also means less reflection. Not great.
Another academic note is that: "No Instructor Should Answer A Phone In Class!!" neither should students, but the instructor!!??!
There is some stuff I've been reading and I will try to put up some interesting bits for discussion. On an unrelated note, does anyone know if corporate recipes are copyrighted or just kept hush-hush as trade secrets?
A blog is a writer clearing junk out of his head by bouncing around the room of chipmunks that we call society.