A ray of sunlight touches my skin, activating some of the five million touch receptors in my skin, alerting my sensory neurons which transmit the information through the dorsal of the spinal cord to my forebrain. The thalamus then processes this information and sends it to the somatosensory cortex located in the parietal lobe. Neurons located within the somatosensory cortex further process the information telling me- it’s a hot day.

Yes this is what happens when one attempts to study psyc 1020 on a dangerously hot day.

Just a poem I came across while doing my readings for discourse analysis

Who killed Diana?
I said the Tabloid
With such loving devotion
I killed Diana.

Who saw her die?
I said the Paparazzo,
with my little eye
I saw her die.

Who'll be the judge?
I said the broadsheet,
from vantage on high,
I'll be the judge.

And all the people of the press,
began to sob and sigh,
When they heard the church bell tolling
For poor Princess Di.

Golly, how I do miss literature!




 

I’m supposed to be studying right now, I’m not here, you can’t see me or hear me but somehow you’re inside my head listening to my thoughts. I don’t know if I have ever talked about libraries- but the fact is I love libraries. The first time I fell in love with them was from watching a particular scene in Walt Disney’s Beauty and the Beast where the Beast leads a blindfolded Belle into a breathtaking space filled with rows and rows of crisp, sturdy-spine, hardcover books. It was a literary heaven-on-earth moment which made my heart set on owning a replica of that one day. Floor-to-ceiling bookcases, books lined back to front leaving not even an inch of empty space and a wooden oak ladder strung across for a classic feel.

A well-designed library of course is just like the lip-smacking, drool-inducing icing on a cupcake. The cupcake itself takes the simple form of endless volumes of novels waiting to be read, waiting to transport me through experiences and enlighten me with epiphanies through the magical power of 26 alphabets. Then there’s also the sheer delight of just holding a book in my hand, sitting in a comfy corner, engrossed in each word after the other on the page. I’m attributing this aspect of myself to my Dad who is an avid reader. A person who has read to me and taught me to read even before I was apt at walking, running and jumping and till today generously funds my finances for such purposes.

Even as this is a period of hardcore exam preparation (or so I tell myself) sitting in the library calms me, helps me to focus and reminds me why I am an arts student- not a science or a business student but an arts student. I take a moment to thank God for that and go back to studying :)

P.s This is not a shameless promo for my upcoming birthday but if you’re puzzled over what to get me then get me a book:) And when I build my world-famous library someday, you’ll be invited.

I’ve recently watched the first 2 episodes of Ugly Betty and the 5^th and 6^th episode of Grey’s anatomy... awesome awesome stuff people. If we were acting in a television series, this would be the episode where everyone’s stressed out and exhausted. We’ve pulled though an entire semester of quizzes, assignments, projects, bitch fights, boyfriend- girlfriend fights, politics, tears, feelings of depression and being directionless and just about anything and everything else a person can possibly feel..ONLY to realise the crux of it is approaching, which just makes us wonder even more how we are going to surmount the huge mountain of obstacles before home beckons.

Think you’re alone? As you struggle with whatever it is you are struggling with, someone is sitting in  darkness at midnight staring into space; someone is embarking on a journey of self-discovery with an assignment hot on her heels; someone is on the phone trying to explain a simple situation blown out of proportion; someone is simply hoping to graduate this semester. My point being that there are a million and one conundrums waiting to confound us, a few billion questions waiting to be answered and just about a gazillion emotional rollercoaster rides to get on- but now is not the time. Instead we press on because one day in the near future we’ll be able to look back and laugh at all these issues, and realise how foolish we were. Lousy grades however are not that amusing, even on hindsight since the university track is one-way- you get what you get basically, nothing changes for that module till eternity.

As the saying goes-when push comes to shove, things will get going. NEWS FLASH! Shove is officially here as indicated by Swotvac week, hardcore people we’re going hardcore! See you after the exams;)