e=mc2

e=mc2

so my first science lecture was still tolerable.

except i kinda have difficulty locating the LT which can only be reached after rounds of uphills and downhills.
and tis is because i have to go to the bookshop to get the notes first. and the bookshop and the LT is one bus stop (more like miles) apart.
why can't they just upload it and let me print myself?!

and while i was venturing in the science territory. i found myself outside rows of rooms which i believe is where the students practice. there were like beds, patients and groups of students examining around the bed.

my hair stands..it feels vey much like a hospital. and of course the rainy weather ,the quiet corridoor and the engross students who did not notice my presence makes the whole scence more errie. and it did really smell like hospital! no, i'm not over-reacting. well, maybe the cleaner did some disinfection works..

one amusing thing did happen

in the middle of the lecture,the lecturer decided to make the lesson less boring i guess

So Dr Einstein went: "ok, i'm going to tell you all a joke.."
so he took out a piece of paper, stared at it and started reading. you noe,like reciting. then when he's done,
Dr Einstein said: "ok, end of the joke."
a while later he went
:" ok, i still have another joke."

like all good preachers,he have his jokes ready
but unlike all good preachers, his jokes are not incorporated into his teachings but more like a seperate portion all together.

nevertheless, i find it rather amusing and was entertained for that 2 minutes:)

p/s there's an overdue entry about NDP below if u haven notice:)

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