As a cheery entrance to the weblog world, may I say how utterly frightened I am. Not only do I have 4 exams to trudge through in the next couple of weeks, but I may have to bludgeon my way through them too.
Am I better off attempting to bribe my lecturers, or attempting to send their brains hurtling through the air? I could perhaps sell off their remains to medical science, compensating in part for my future loss of potential income through failing my exams.
Enough gore and ghoulishness, however, for this is not a laughing matter. (I didn't mean to imply that mindless violence is in any way a laughing matter. But for the record, it is.) Control Engineering shouldn't be too bad. The worst thing about the class is asking the lecturer a question. The ensuing conversation invariably ends with askee writhing on the floor, screaming "Please, I really need to go the toilet now!"
Professional Issues and Introduction to Accounting should 'only' require a great deal of reading.
Signals and Systems, also known as Brain Strangulation, will be the death of me, however. Thankfully I bought a second book for the class, which is much more readable than the first. Nice and concise, as Bruce Forsyth would say if he were me.
I don't like maths. Well, it's not so much that I don't like maths as that I despise integrals. I can handle 2+2. Reciting ten different proofs of Fermat's Last Theorem is taxing, but do-able. Continuous-time Convolution hurts my head, though. And not in a good way.
I suppose there's nothing for it but to study voraciously. And to make further pointless posts to my weblog.
