April 21st, 2010
|11:38 pm - Ows, both literal and metaphorical|
Well, on the plus side I didn't have a science prac this week; on the minus side, the one next week is going to be a test. Which I suppose means study time next weekend. Ack. At least it's only 5% of the subject mark.
As for SSRM, I have to prepare a survey for next week's class as well. (Also for my final result) Anyone got an idea of what I could investigate under the subtopic of racism and/or nationalism? Or I could just be sterotypical and look into the experiences of international students at Melbourne Uni.
In other news, I have decided that I am going to declare war on holes in the footpath.
You know those little holes - the kind that lead down to pipes or wires or whatever, and are covered up by little metal lids? Someone didn't fit the lid back on one of them properly, so it flipped when I stepped on it yesterday. And I had limp home and now my foot is a lovely bruisey purple. Ow.
I swear, my feet are like cursed or something.
Current Mood: sore
Ouch to the foot. Hope it gets better soon! ♥
As for racism... not sure exactly what is needed, but do the Indians get it bad there? They're the brunt of plenty of racist jokes here. If you were doing something more related to religious conflict I'd point you in the direction of the AWARE saga we had last year. That was making headlines for weeeeks.
It's not that bad now, really. It just looks yuck. (But I am now well-accustomed to ugly foot bruises. Yay me.)
Yeah, there is the Indian thing, though I'm not sure how I could focus that if we're using our tute as initial sample - I don't think we have any Indian students. I mean, I could ask about other people's perceptions of the racial thing, but that's an entirely different look at things. Hmmm.
D: Well, as long as you're not hopping around like I was after pulling a muscle in Japan...
Good luck with that survey thing!
It's sore, but still walkable.
Yeah, I'll think of something. I hope.
|Date:||April 21st, 2010 04:48 pm (UTC)|| |
Ouch - sympthies.
I declare war on cracks in the roads and pavement from the cold winter, personally. Evil, evil cracks that trip you and makes your bike do scary things.
You what also isn't fun? Tram lines. Especially when you are in stiletto heels.
Ouch, that sounds painful. How careless (of whoever didn't shut it right)! Hope the bruising fades quickly.