I has a Bleeding.

I had a blood test today.  The blood hasn’t been tested yet but they have it… a lot of it. 

I hate needles to a horrible extent, but if you don’t watch them stick the syringe into your arm it doesn’t hurt very much.  My arm still feels as though it’s half dead for some reason, not too sure why.  The needle was in my right arm so that Ican still write with my left.  I need to make sure I mention to them that I’m left-handed every time I get a needle, or they use my left arm by default.

I was given a small spongy ball and told to squeeze it a few times.  The point of the exercise was obviously to strain the arm and make the veins expand so that the whole process would be a lot easier.  I didn’t realise this at the time and squished the ball half-heartedly a couple of times – the desired effect was not obtained.  The lady who was in charge of taking my blood put a strap around my arm and took out a creepy looking needle and put it near my arm and said in a kindly warning voice, “needle sting~”. 

I immediately averted my eyes to something that looked like a microwave but could have been an oven.  Either way the needle still hurt.  I wasn’t looking but I could definitely tell what was going on.  The vein, having not been big enough had shifted away from the intruding needle.  The lady, now moving the needle around inside of my arm trying to get to the vein, was saying gently, “Come on, little vein.. come one, little vein..”. 

After explaining to me why the first attempt had been a failure, I readied myself for another needle in a different vein.  Squeezing the ball a second time caused the hole already in my arm to start bleeding; as I had decided I wouldn’t be wanting any more than two holes in my arm made today and put in more effort.  This time with slightly less difficulty, the nurse managed to steal a small amount of blood required and I was allowed to leave.

It’s the second time for this to happen to me after a needle but as I was going to the car I noticed my ability to hear properly was dropping.  By the time I got to the car my hearing was almost completely gone and the outer ring of my sight was going black and I couldn’t only see through a small circle directly in front of me.  This time I knew what to do.  I flicked the back rest of my chair back so I could lie down and propped my feet up in the dashboard.  Meanwhile, my dad sitting in the driver-seat beside me was like, “…what are you doing?”  It only took around a minute for a full recovery.  Then I spent the next 3 hours feeling like throwing up for some reason.

The first time this happened, I had just gotten a needle of gadisil (or something..) and my father was talking to the doctor.  I was sitting there, slowly losing both hearing and vision but had no idea what was going on.  It wasn’t until my dad got up to leave and my vision hand gone completely black I decided to mention it to the doctor.  That time I was lying down for a good five minutes before I started recovering.  The doctor came back with a jellybaby candy for me, and since then when I go to get needles he jokes and asks if I need another jellybaby. hehe.

I’ve always hated needles but I never used to have any bad kind of reactions to them.  Like.. say, almost fainting.. or nausea.  Maybe somethings wrong with me.  Well the results of the blood test will tell me if there is.

Summer Can Only Get Colder

Life is busy.  I am busy.  Rather, I am very busy.

Also, I am back.  My last promise to myself to blog once a week resulted in no posts until now I’m sure.  I always have a good feeling about these things, but I have a good feeling that I’ll be keeping a close eye on my blog from now on.

Whenever I even think about everything I need to get done, it makes me tired.  By the end of the year I will be diagnosed with: “over-exhaustion due to thinking about working”.  Speaking of which, I will have to find myself a job.  Soon.  This is probably my last holiday for another year; although I can’t really consider it much of one.  Maybe next year’s Winter break might make a nice holiday.  I should do something for a change.. but then again, I’m not one who likes changes.

I’m not looking forward to going back to uni at all.  I’m dreading the thought of another team project.  The first team project? Lets not talk about that shall we? I don’t like speaking abusively, maybe later.  My courses for next semester don’t look all too happy either.  I plan to study ahead properly so I don’t get caught badly in exams. 

I was working pretty hard this semester… all semester.  By the time the exams came around I had exhausted my studying capacity – a lot which went towards wasted effort on team project – and I couldn’t get a decent amount of study done for any of my subjects.  I’m glad I put in extra effort during the semester because I’m sure I did terrible in all of my exams.  Not to mention the total failure my final product for team project was.

Nothing else important happened during the semester.  Else, I would have recalled it and written it here.  My year has been even more anti-social than any other year of my life I’ve lived.  Reason being that I gave up games.. and anime.. and drawing.. and blogging…  As soon as the Winter break hit, I was back to playing games and drawing and reading manga.  I’ve dropped anime though.  Playtime didn’t last too long, I’m all busy again.

Each year I look a little more forward towards my graduation.  I’ve long wanted to break free of the cycle of my life of study.  There is an extremely high chance though, that I will dive right into the cycle of a crappy career.  Cheers.

There was something more specific I want to write about, only I don’t remember what that is anymore.  Rather than my usual writers block, it’s more like I have memory loss.  That doesn’t matter.  It wasn’t an important topic.  Just something that grabbed my interest that I wanted to  write about.  If I don’t know what it is, then no harm done.  There is always later.

The weather is currently in the most coldest time possible.  Mid Winter gives me the chills.  Then, as it nears its end.. the weather becomes unbearably hot.  The difference is too much.  Whoever generated this system should have thought more about the discomfort such dramatic changes in temperature would cause for people.  Of course one can argue that our Autumn and Spring are supposed to soften that change over, but as things are as they are now, I say Autumn gets far too cold and Spring is far far too hot.

Spring.. My most hated of all seasons.  Its not as hot as Summer, but the sudden change in temperature is enough to make me… rant..  The point I am trying to make is that it is too cold. It is cold, and I am unhappy.  I haven’t been in the greatest health either lately.  The weather only makes me feel worse and I don’t need to catch a cold or flu right this moment.  Due to my crappy immune system, – or something of the like, I’m not too knowledgeable in the medical field, but ask me an electrical question, shoot me.  Chances are I wont know an answer anyways – colds which will last anyone I know a week;  will last me a good month and a bit.  But I’m sure I’ve mentioned this somewhere before already.  I’m just ranting now.

That about sums up what I missed blogging this past semester.  As can be seen, nothing I did was really that important.  Finally, how does anything I’ve written in this blog make sense or even relate to everything else written?  It doesn’t.

Epic Conclusion. Smilie-face Emoticon.

There Comes a Time…

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There comes a time in life, a certain point that will crush you beyond your imagination.  Not just once; you will be crushed multiple times through certain periods in your lifetime. 

I like to call these times, “The Times of Major Assessment.”

There’s so much assessment due in during these next two weeks alone.

You know, usually a lecturer will know when your exam are, and cancel your assessment that happens to be settling around any nearby date.  For some reason or another, not just did they leave all the assessment.. It looks like theres even more than usual.  I have WAY TOO MANY assignments/submissions.  Stupid lecturers.  I cannot possibly hate every single one of my lecturers anymore than I do right now.  Seriously.  It’s ridiculous.

One of my lecturers is a real jerk.  Hes a tubby man, wears glasses and has short sand-ish brown hair.  He always, always, wears long pants and a shirt.  His shirt is always white.  His voice is nasal, high and kind of flat…

I didn’t see it until I was talking to a couple of my friends.  They had taken the very same course that I was taking this year -last year.  They had the same retard of a lecturer.  The also called him, “Peter Griffin”.

It was hilarious.  The resemblance couldn’t have been any better.  Even the voice was the same.  I was shocked that I didn’t see this earlier for myself.  I laughed so hard, everyone else must have not found it funny anymore.  But it was still the funniest thing I had heard in weeks.  After that, I laughed at it with my friends for a bit; the topic dropped, and I forgot almost completely about it. 

Myself and a couple of my friends were walking from one of my lectures to another class one day.  The class I was heading towards was the tutorial class for the same subject as the lecture I was just leaving.  Along the way, one of my friends tried tripping me over.  Then he said loudly, “I hate <insert course name here> so much!”

I agreed aloud, as did the third person with us.  Then I said in a voice that couldn’t be louder: “I hate Peter Griffin!“.  Yeah, we all had a laugh… Kept walking along to class… Walked up the stairs…

The stairs are those ones that take two sets to get to the top.  That is, half way up, you reach a platform where you have to make a ‘u-turn’ and then continue up the second half of the stairs.

So we all walked up the stairs, happily in a line while putting verbal crap all over the poor little course.  All of the sudden, my friend went to grab my arm for some reason. 

“HAH!” I thought to myself “Trying to trip me over again, are you?? How sly!“

I avoided the assult by dodging to the side; skipping quickly around my other friend to protect myself from any further attacks.  That happened as we started ascending the stairs.  We all stepped onto the midway platform at once.  I was in the middle most side of the steps, so my path was shorter than everyone elses as I went for the second incline of the steps.  I was that much faster, that I had made my complete U-turn and could see not just my friends, but anyone who had been walking behind us.

Peter Griffin was behind us.

Any normal person would have figured out what I had been implying when I said “Peter Griffin”.  Not just that but there was the additional insult of being called “Peter Griffin”.  I’d never needed the CTRL+Z function more in my life.

Before I could make direct eye-to-eye contact with “Peter Griffin”, I bolted.  Well, not so much of bolted, but to be considered as walking it would be (10x)very fast.  I made my half-run to the lecture theatre ahead of everyone else, including “Peter Griffin”.

When i was finally seated I complained to my friend about the lecture being behind us the entire way.  He had heard me call him “Peter Griffin”.  I was sure to be his sole target of hate.  I was whispering to my friend, all the while, so only a person within a half-meter radius of myself would hear.

The guy behind me happend to be in that very half-meter radius.  A little after it had been mentioned by myself, I heard him lean over and whisper to his buddy beside him, “Hey, don’t you think he looks like Peter Griffin.  I just realised, he looks like Peter Griffin.”

Yes.  Yes person behind me.  You have only “just” realised.  Just realised, right after you you heard my ranting.  Thats right.  How clever of you.  How clever you are to have just realised that all by yourself.  You are all so very clever, aren’t you now?

Who is clever? You! You of course! You are the clever one!

Here! Let me clap for you and praise you, while patting you on the back.  Are you happy???  It must be great, y o u  r e t a r d.

Now, I have to spend the rest of the semester, and possibly even next semester, trying to NOT let “Peter Griffin” find out my name.  This is to  make sure he doesn’t purposely fail me.

“What?” you say, “Purposely fail you? That is unjust!” 

Yes.  It is unjust.  It is also likely to happen should he find out my name.  I will consider wearing glasses, leaving my hair untied and changing my name to Juan.  This way, according to the majority of anime and manga, there is not living person on earth that would be able to recognise me.  Thats right! even though my face is EXACTLY the same as before, I have a completely different look now.  I’m a genius!

But life doesn’t work like that and I’m pretty sure I would look no different.  Seems like I will have to rely on the good old ‘cover-your-face-with-your-hand-when-you-see-him” trick.

Anyways, it turns out that my friend -the one who had tried to grab my arm near the stairs and I had misinterpreted the action as an attempt to seriously injure me- had been trying to warn me earlier that he was behind us.  He had seen the guy, and then warned my other friend, before in turn, trying to warn me.  I had misunderstood, and instead, run away from the person who was supposed to stop me from embarrassing myself further. 

It happens to the best of us.  Sometimes we WILL, insult a persod; and sometimes that person will be behind us.  At those times, we have no choice but to deal with the embarassment that comes with it.

I have alot more to complain about.  I’m sure Life is having a great time screwing with me.  I’m sure of it.  It’s finding all the right moments to get its revenge on me for always ranting so badly about it.  I’ll have it apologise to me some day.  Not just a simple apology.  I’ll have to get on the floor and beg for forgiveness.

Hah!  That day is drawing closer.. I can feel it.

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Shoujo Logic: It’s Backwards… You are in Love.

In real life, creepy is creepy.

 Shoujo logic seems to give a new meaning to certain types of creepy.

These “creepy’s” are instead looked at as, “Romantic” or “Heart-Breakingly Touching”.

Here are afew examples I took the liberty to create:

Example: A guy you hardly know (and hardly like) suddenly kisses you -against your will.

Life reaction: SLAP, what a creep! GTFO.
Shoujo Logic reaction:  Although you are angry at him, you yell at him and maybe even hit him before running away hurt; you can’t stop thinking about his kiss.  You can’t stop thinking about him.  You want to see him again, but is it really so that you can tell him off for it?  You find yourself falling in love faster than you can imagine. 

Example: You have been called by an anonymous letter to go to the isolated rooftop of one of your school buildings.  There, you meet a guy you don’t know.  He tells you that he has always been watching you -since forever- and asks you to go out with him.

Life reaction: Who the f*ck are you?! You creep!.. Watching me!?! You stalker!! Why the hell are we up here???!!
Shoujo Logic Reaction:  Your breath is taken away.  How romantic!! The wind blows your hair softly as you shyly look to the floor, before giving your response.  Before you know it, you are in love.

Example: A guy suddenly leans in and takes a sniff of your hair.  He then whispers softly into your ear, “Your hair smells pretty.”

Life reaction: SHOCKKU!!! Quick!  Inch away as quickly as you can.  Spend the rest of your life avoiding him at your own inconvenience.
Shoujo Logic reaction: Your heart suddenly skips a beat.  The blood rushes to your head and you blush.  You try to take a look at his face but when you see he is staring right back at you, you can only look away embarassed.  There is something gentle about his eyes when he is looking at you.  All the while, you are trying to catch a glimpse of him when he isn’t looking.  It seems you are already in love.

I’m a little lazy to give this post a decent conclusion, but as you can see, according to Shoujo Logic, creepy = adorable/loveable/admirable.

Lets try not to gets things confused shall we?

Guilt Pangs. Life and it’s Woes.

I messed up recently. 

 For one of my group projects, I needed another member.  Myself and my friend went to the lab session and greeted one of the students.  We asked if he took the same class as us and if he had a group yet. After getting the confirmation that “yes” he did and also “no” he didnt; he agreed to join our group.

The following day I collected his student number and signature onto the form required for group selection  proposals – I was to meet my friend in the group to get his details the next day.  He had work until a little after midday.  Everything which was going so seemingly smooth – went steeply downhill from there.

 That morning, I got to uni and found I had forgotten the form.   Submission was at 5pm sharp.  The travel time to go home and come back would be 4 hours alone (a one way trip home is two hours.. you do the maths to find the trip back).  I still had classes for the day which I could not afford to skip.

Immediately I phoned both of my partners.  There was no connection through to either.  I tried many times to call the new group member, as I knew I was going to meet up with my friend later that day anyways.  Despite this I could not contact him. 

 I resorted to forging in his signature; only to realise I didn’t remember his student number… The most vital of all details.  I messaged him  a couple times.  First to tell him the problem.  Second to tell him my solution.

I recieved a call from my friend after he found my miss-calls.  I enlighted him with my terrible problem and I was to communicate via internet after that.  The internet wasn’t working for some reason.  It was passed midday and still no response from the new member.  I waited anxiously.

I had to be home earlier that day.  If I did not form a group before I had to go, I would simply be grouped with strangers.  I’m not usually good with strangers, so I tried calling a few times more; without results.

Just as I was about to lose hope and give up, I ran into another friend of mine, who happend to be taking the same class, as well as one of his group members.  They were looking for a member to replace one of their own who had dropped the course.  I was looking for a group.  We parted ways without exchanging words…  Joking.

After hearing my dillema they offered to kindly take me in.  I was happy but my friend from my original group, now had no group.  He would simply fall into the random selection pool.  I felt bad.  It turns out that the two I had just run into, knew another pair who were also looking for another member… What luck.

My friend now had a group.  I had a group.  My original third member – not only did he not have a group anymore now - but he was completely oblivious to the fact.  I had yet again another reason to feel bad.

 Within my new group, the third member who I did not know previously was deciding between the group he was already in, or going with the two others who were looking for another.  If that were to be the case my friend would simply become the third person in my group. 

After a long hard time thinking, he decided to stay in my group.  The submissions were made.   The fact that I felt incredibly guilty did not change.

I spent the rest of the day like normal.  Apart from the fact that every now and then I would get this horrible feeling in my chest and feel terrible.  The weight of the guilt was harassing me to no end.  I was still to recieve response from the now isolated member of my old group.

From the fact that I never recieved a response for over three days, I took it that he was mad.  He left his classes earlier than me and my other friend who was originally with him, without saying a word.  I was sure he was mad. 

But there was still that uncertainty that he did not recieve my calls or my messages.  That made things all the more awkward.  I managed to avoid eye contact with him after the first day I realised he was mad.  I later found my friend was doing so also.

It all cleared itself up today.  The guy who had previously decided to join my group decided he wanted to change his mind.  My friend joined my group (I do feel a little bad for my friend who took me in, as he lost both of his original members and wasn’t yet aquainted with my other friend; who just joined.) and I was now grouped with two of my own friends.

Later today I recieved an email from my dear old group member saying he saw the final group selection notice.  From that he had “noticed” that all three of us had been split up.  He also said that he though it was a “mistake by the system”.  I realised then that he didn’t know.

 Hurriedly, I told my friend.  I wrote up an apologetic letter explaining what had happened and what I had attempted, trying to counter the problem, and how I had tried to contact him by mobile but failed to connect.

I awaited the expected flame-filled response, brimming with rejection, anger and hurt.  It never came. 

What I did recieve though, was a short, to-the-point response, informing me that; “Crap..” and that his mobile had been battery dead for a few days now, as well as, “Oh well.”

I was worrying over nothing.  I also had my friend worrying over nothing also.

The horrible hundred of kilos of guilt, crumbled off of me and onto the floor.

I felt a little better after that.

I think tomorrow, I will smile at him and apologise.

Don’t you Think it’s Odd?

Why do humans squint when they are trying to see something better?

Is it because they are just trying to cut off the “extra” parts of their vision that they don’t need to focus on? If that’s the case it would be more of a trying to focus on the thing better’ rather than see it better. Like covering up the distractions so you can’t see them.

I don’t know how the topic crossed my mind, but it did. No sooner had I gotten the idea, I was already squinting at near and distant objects only to find that half closing my eyes a little, and straining my
sight a little more, resulted in blurring and dimming my vision; slightly. When you squint your eyes, your ability to see things clearly, decreases exponentially until you cant see at all.. when your
eyelids are closed completely of course. This is what I had concluded after my many trials of research; squinting at things in public places. I’m sure I looked quite the idiot.

When you squint, you are loosing vision. This is fact. What else is fact that eyelashes exist. It’s not a just clean cut to the height and depth of your vision, your eyelashes get in the way. But try squinting now. Even when looking closely you can’t see your own eyelashes properly without the help of some sort of mirror. Because they are blurring. They are cutting access for light to get to your eyes. Everything you see is light. You are not seeing the actual objects before you, but you are seeing the light reflected from the objects. People cant see in the dark… So when your eyelashes get in the way, you see less.

Eyeballs have a thin film of fluid coated over it. This fluid will dry out if you forget to blink and will renew once you do. The fluid is there so that your eyes stay moist and don’t stick to the eyelid (which would be pretty bad for you if it ever did start doing that; never forget to blink). But a  your eyes close, this film will
thicken. It may be an extremely small ammout but it is still liquid. This means that the liquid closest to the rim of your eyes will be thickest. Even thought the region is small, your vision through this area will blur minorly. As you close your eyes you will be moving this closer to the center of your vision. The difference of the ratio between your clear vision and your blurred rim will become smaller until it does make a siffernce for you, slightly.

Your eyeballs are spherical, your irus has a lense used to automatically focus your vision, and your pupil determins how much light is let into your eyes. You can’t control the actions of your pupil volunterily, and you can change your eyeballs from being spherical (without assuming damage). The one stated there that you can actually change, is the lense of your eyes. Depending on how much a magnification you require to see an object clearly muscles inside of your eye will expand to increase the width of your eye’s lense
(increasing the curvature and strengthening magnivity -I dont think thats a word) or contract to give the opposite effect. If you are squinting, your upper and lower eyelids are forcing pressure onto this
lense restricting how well it can change. The lenses will not be able to adjust properly.

All three of my above points make sense. But not if you are trying to see better.

I still couldn’t understand. Why was it almost instinct for a person to squint when they want a better view when all that does is cripple your vision? This question plagued me for ages.

Okay, I was lying. It didn’t plague me, but I was curious nonetheless. And I wasn’t curious for long either. The answer hit me soon enough. It might have been something extremely obvious that we all took for granted without realising the instinctial physics behind why we have the need to squint.

When you squint, you are loosing vision. This is fact.  When you squint, you are blurring and capping your sight. This is again; fact.  Another fact is that your eyeballs have lenses. Two of them. This is critical knowledge when questioning the effectiveness of squinting.

If you are seeing through two lenses, when objects get far enough you wont be able to realise that you are seeing from two different angles beig blended together because the “width” or the distance between your
two lenses (or the angle each makes with a line of “normal” from the object you are viewing) becomes insignificant.

On the other hand, when an object becomes within the range of your eyes that you are seeing too much, you begin to see “double”. The inverted commas because you are seeing the same item from two differnt
angles. One eye will be able to see through the most of what the other eye is seeing as solid. This is what backs up the science of the old trick of rolling up a piece of paper into a tube and then looking through it into a light as if it were a telescope and holding  your hand beside the tube infront of your free eye, palm facing towards.

The images you see from your separate eyes become overlapped, and I re-state. You are seeing too much.

By squinting at objects closer than your abled vision distance, this somehow makes you see things clearer… but only at this range. I don’t know the physics/science behind why this works so but there is a
very good chance that I will go away and think about it and come back when I think I’ve figured it out.
 
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You would think…

Quoting from todays dynamics lecture (not word for word):

“The real time you are supposed to be learning most of your material is not when you are in class sitting before the lecturer, but whilst you are away struggling with the problems.”

I can agree with this to no end, because for some people (such as myself) I find it almost impossible to keep focused and concentrate while there is someone standing before me talking me though the details.  Also my separately taken notes arent very good because I am just not good at taking notes.  The best way for myself to learn is to have front on experience trying to solve the problem, with pre written notes at hand.

Of course though, its rare for a person to just be able to solve problems just like that without studying first.  However, it is possible to try solving the problems and then when you do get stuck on a problem, going away and looking at the notes, finding what topic you are on, looking for a method to solve the given problem or a similar ’solved example’ to give you a hand or a little push forward to solving the problem.

This will not work if there are no notes to go to.  I will simply get stuck on the problem and dash straight for the text book.  Only to find that there are half a mllion problems with final answer given only, accompanied by 3 or 4 – maybe 5 if I’m lucky – worked examples. 

I often find mysef thinking, ‘It would be nice if they gave more examples.’  Especially when of the many problems given to us, only afew are common to the examples.  The rest have been solved using a method that you have to find out on your own because the text book (being a book written for students to learn from) wants the students to learn by them self.  I like to call these questions, “mystery problems” You need a pretty high level of awesome to be able to solve these by your self.

Back on topic, the lecturers are currently refusing to give us the material required for us to learn what we need to know to be able to pass the exam.  There are two lecturers by the way.  One is for the Statics side, and the other is for the Dynamics side.  Both are jerks, but one is more so.

The Dynamics lecture is pretty tough, but I understand his principals of what he wants.  He -the guy who made the quote back at the start- gives us lecture notes, and he gives us problems.  Fair enough, I say.  With this I can actually get some study done in a decent ammount.   Having the solutions for the problems would be alot more handy, but apparently we would all cheat to do the problems.  Which is exaclt y what we would do, but it isn’t to no avail.  I would look at each of the solutions and see how they were done and learn, rather than working on my own problems and spending the entire semester wondering whether I’ve done it the right way or not.

The Statics lecturer on the other hand is the one who I have issues with.  Not only does this guy refuses to give us solutions to the problems, (well strictly speaking, he does, but you are not going to understand anything from the solution lines cut short so you can only see the answers and remain unsure of just which method was used), he also refuses the students half of the lecture notes.  More than half actually, but the part that counts for the most nonetheless. 

We are given, empty lecture notes, which we are to fill out during class.  He keeps a copy of everythig that needs to fill out, but God forbids the day any student will ever lay eyes on it after he switches the power off, closes his laptop, slides it into its little carry bag and marches out of the room.  I’ve seen him walking about after the lecturers sometimes and I’ve had the mind to want to chop him one on the back of the neck and making a mad dash with the little notes of his.  Of course, this is a University.  Sophisticated and righteous students with principle gather here.  As my friend said, “Someone will want to play hero.”  Being unfit little old me having spent the last two years inseparable with computers I don’t think I have the strength or speed in me to get away.

I approached this ’statics lecturer’ after class early on in the semester.  The problem, you see, was that one of my other classes created a clash on my time table with one of the only two statics lectures.  The other class being a tutorial in which i was to give a demonstration every week worth a percentage each, was the priority.  Being the digilent student I am, I requested he put the notes he was keeping onto the course website in hope that I would be able to study the material still.

The response came quick and ruthlessly with a small hint what I could only assume to be sarcasm.
“You must attend my lectures every week, without fail.  You are not allowed to have clashes at Uni.”

I took the time to explain to him again that the other class would benefit my overall mark much more, if only I had a copy of the notes to learn from.  Also I tried my best to tell him that a clash was not a fault of mine seeing there was only ever one tutorial that ran each week and I couldnt improvise. (and you have to keep the second paragraph of this text in mind while you read this next part)
“There is no use in having the notes if I am not there to explain it to you.  If I don’t explain it, then you will fail.  If I put notes online, all the students will stop studying.”

What?  What now?  Was he telling me to fail?  Its not like that will stop studying.  OF COURSE they will be studying – THE NOTES.  Further convincing was not helping me out.  I restrained myself from losing my temper.  I politely asked him again, pleading, almost.
“If you have a clash, it’s your own fault and not my problem.  If you need notes get it off of a classmate.”

He contradicted himself and walked away, just like that.  I stood there in utmost disgust and disapointment.  Things looked tough.  I’m not the only one who’s had to go through such an idioc conversation either, many people I know have tried.

Say for some terrible reason, such as… say, on your way to uni somebody pushed you on to the road and you were hit by a car.  Injured and unable to go on, you take the rest of your day off to go to hospital; thus missing your lecturer and not getting a copy of the notes.  You confront the lecturer some weeks later with your dillema, asking for a copy of your notes.  I’m about a hundred percent sure he will tell you to rack off.

In conclusion: What a bastard.

UQ St Lucia, 
ENGG1010,
Applied Mechanics,
Statics and Dynamics.

(as expected, last years group of probably 400-500+ students had a 70% failure rate) <– im not actually that certain about this figure.  Its just what I’m told.