Thursday, June 12, 2008
#7: Operation CTCT
And so, this is how I spent my lovely Wednesday: discovering and appreciating the joys of differentiating logarithmic equations and Stoichiometry in which mole ratios are heaven sent all while hiding in the school library sneaking sweets to keep myself from twirling off into torpidity. Honestly when you're studying it's just like suffering from narcolepsy and having regular urges to drift off into another world in which nobody cares about Iodine-Thiosulphate reactions.
Yet there were a fair number of people insane enough to join me in my quest to Conquer The CTs (which I henceforth refer to endearingly as Operation CTCT) with glorious amounts of worksheets unkemptly strewn across the library tables amid fervent attempts to make up for all the naps we took in tutorials. That'll teach us.
The entire day was spent in a strange trance, screaming incoherent words ("FRICKANEHNEH, FRICKANEHNEH") while furiously scribbling equations 'and staring blankly into, well, blank space. I can barely wait till this is all over.
Operation CTCT is one that fills you with all sorts of emotions all at one time which culminates into one very very unbalanced person. Euphoria from FINALLY differentiating something right, frustration from not being able to comprehend the chain rule and not being able to read one's own writing (guilty), anger when you spend an hour trying to solve ONE question in utter disbelief that you're TRAGICALLY STUCK and then realizing that THERE HAS BEEN A TYPING ERROR IN THE QUESTION (@$&%^! that actually happened to me) and finally, satisfaction at a job well done (which in my case is awfully rare).
Now, back to my graphs.
the weight of the things that remain unspoken !@#$ 1:30 PM