Currently I'm in my final week of contact hours at the University of Otago, with exams due to start some time in the near future (mine are on June 10th and 19th). And you know what that means - it's time to change all my carefully selected semester two papers!
Ah yes, after much chopping and changing right up until the last moment of available change time using the University's "PIMS" (Personal Information Management System, I believe), I'm still unhappy with the papers I'm currently enrolled in for semester two. This largely stems from the fact that I chose the papers when I still thought I had an ounce of interest in linguistics. Hmmm. Not so much.
To that end, yesterday I paid a visit to the departments of Mathematics & Statistics (for the former), and Physics. To that end, I am now officially a student of the University of Otago Physics department - the oldest in New Zealand, according to their website. I am excite. Even more exciting is the textbook I have to buy (OMG, how sad do I sound right now) for the physics programme. It's big, sciencey and fun, and leads me to my next story.
Yesterday I paid a well-overdue visit to the University Bookshop (commonly referred to in Dunedin as UBS or UniBooks). At the beginning of each year, the top floor of this store is transformed into a veritable wonderland of textbooks, arranged in a timely, paper-wise order. Since I went yesterday with the intention of looking at maths textbooks, I made a beeline for the top floor, where I found a sign that read "textbooks now downstairs". With that, I turned and went about making my way back down the stairs. This of course being a relative term for "I rolled my ankle and then rolled to the bottom". It wasn't really a short fall, either. I'm talking, second-from-top step to bottom. Into the entrance of the shop. In front of several amused onlookers. Possibly the most entertaining aspect of the fall was that I literally yelped "noo!" as I felt my ankle give way. My god. I am such a loser.
Anyway, as if that wasn't enough, after spending an hour or so mulling over maths books, I found a "Periodic Table of the Elements" wall chart. If you know me, you'll know that buying such a chart would be redundant because I know the table, in order, in my head. But I wanted it anyway, and decided I would buy it right there and then. And so, for the second time this year, I went to buy something with UniBooks. Without. My. Credit Card. AGAIN. I mean, it wasn't enough that seemingly just moments before, this cashier had seen me peel myself from the floor a few feet from his desk, but I then had to further embarrass myself by not having the money to buy a wall chart.
Sigh.
I completed yesterday by attending a session of what I have previously referred to as "yoga for the clinically insane" - that is to say, Bikram. In comparison, the East West Studio in Auckland delivers a class I would now like to describe as "for the discerning crazy person" - Dunedin Bikram Yoga is quite something else. For one thing, I'm not even sure the instructor was speaking English for most of the time. There was also the fact that he was dressed in just TYR jammers. Not. That. Nice. Also, the Dunedin studio smells akin to a hamster cage, but I guess that comes with the territory when you fill a room heated to 38 degrees (celsius) with half-dressed bodies and feet. Ew, feet.
Still, I guess it got me out of the house for a few hours...
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