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Theatre of Unspeakable Horror
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marge_white and dungeoneer are in the habit of writing open letters to bits of themselves. I never really had the inclination to do so, but I would really like to ask my stomach what it thought it was up to this morning. I like to have a decent breakfast before exams, and if I am forced to un-have it half an hour later it doesn't make for the most comfortable of situations in which to do anything stressful. In fact, so violent was the expulsion of my Crunchy Nut Corn Flakes that I burst a significant number of blood vessels around my eyes, and my face now looks as if it's been hit by an annoyed woodpecker.
This Exorcist-like scene ended with me being guided to the sofa and shaking all over, and we even went as far as trying to phone James the McKinna to see how difficult it would be to allow me to do my impending Multimedia exam at a time when I wasn't feeling like all my internal organs had suddenly turned to jelly.
As it happened, after failing to reach them I stumbled into the car assisted by Whitney and drove in to town regardless, the risk of dying due to nausea still not quite outweighing my intense aversion to public transport. After finding a parking space I walked unsteadily to the Stewart Room, felt better once I'd got there, reverted to critical when I was waiting for the exam to start, and gradually got better from there. I then drove home, was accosted by an insane old woman when I parked on the corner next to her, and have not left bed since.
I wasn't even that nervous about the exam this morning - it was just something inside me sulking for a bit. I was confident that I knew the questions that were going to come up (which they did, and were comically similar to those on all the past papers) and that I could answer them. I do have two complaints about the exam, though, and just on the off-chance that Alan Ruddle/Miller reads this, I'll give my criticism here. (Roy Dyckhoff did. It caused no end of problems.)
The first was that the areas of which we had learned every little detail were only allocated four or five marks on the exam, when I could easily have written ten marks on each (JPEG compression and RGB/HSV/YUV/CMYK/DDR/PIU colour models being two of the ones that stick out in my mind). In fact, I did write all I knew about them, and as a result the last question took me a full hour rather than the expected thirty minutes. The second was that out of nowhere in the middle, we were asked about the properties of the human eye that allow us to watch colour TV, and the roles of rods and cones and their distribution on the fovea. If I wanted to be asked questions like that I'd have taken Biology.
marge_white and dungeoneer are in the habit of writing open letters to bits of themselves. I never really had the inclination to do so, but I would really like to ask my stomach what it thought it was up to this morning. I like to have a decent breakfast before exams, and if I am forced to un-have it half an hour later it doesn't make for the most comfortable of situations in which to do anything stressful. In fact, so violent was the expulsion of my Crunchy Nut Corn Flakes that I burst a significant number of blood vessels around my eyes, and my face now looks as if it's been hit by an annoyed woodpecker.This Exorcist-like scene ended with me being guided to the sofa and shaking all over, and we even went as far as trying to phone James the McKinna to see how difficult it would be to allow me to do my impending Multimedia exam at a time when I wasn't feeling like all my internal organs had suddenly turned to jelly.
As it happened, after failing to reach them I stumbled into the car assisted by Whitney and drove in to town regardless, the risk of dying due to nausea still not quite outweighing my intense aversion to public transport. After finding a parking space I walked unsteadily to the Stewart Room, felt better once I'd got there, reverted to critical when I was waiting for the exam to start, and gradually got better from there. I then drove home, was accosted by an insane old woman when I parked on the corner next to her, and have not left bed since.
I wasn't even that nervous about the exam this morning - it was just something inside me sulking for a bit. I was confident that I knew the questions that were going to come up (which they did, and were comically similar to those on all the past papers) and that I could answer them. I do have two complaints about the exam, though, and just on the off-chance that Alan Ruddle/Miller reads this, I'll give my criticism here. (Roy Dyckhoff did. It caused no end of problems.)
The first was that the areas of which we had learned every little detail were only allocated four or five marks on the exam, when I could easily have written ten marks on each (JPEG compression and RGB/HSV/YUV/CMYK/DDR/PIU colour models being two of the ones that stick out in my mind). In fact, I did write all I knew about them, and as a result the last question took me a full hour rather than the expected thirty minutes. The second was that out of nowhere in the middle, we were asked about the properties of the human eye that allow us to watch colour TV, and the roles of rods and cones and their distribution on the fovea. If I wanted to be asked questions like that I'd have taken Biology.
