Done, done and DONE!
The last two months were quite busy with 7 major assignment submissions, 3 aced exams and 2 'so-so' ones, but in the end I did finally finish. If all is well I may very well actually have finished my degree. The plan now is to come back after the break and get what the Australians call an Honours degree. This includes one year of research with one the professors at the university - The British, I've heard, call this a Research Bachelor.
All this of course depends on me not having screwed up something somewhere. I will know for sure on December 7th when the results are scheduled to be announced.
Authorized by:
Dávur Skaale Clementsen, Bachelor of Computer Science
(Knock on wood of course)
Aussie press can’t get enough of the Faroe Islands these days
Maybe the day where the only Aussie having heard of the Faroe Islands (even just once) being mad soccer fans might be coming to an end. The press is all over promoting the knowledge of the islands existance. This last few months the Faroe Islands have got their 15 minutes in Australia on both TV and print. First the Herald Sun gave us a mention in their Quiz Master - as a three pointer none the less.
Not enough with that, ABC soon followed their lead by giving the islands a good chunk of air time as a destination on ABC's Foreign Correspondent. It's good a view for all. My favourite qoute "Save the whales... for supper!"
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To view our 15 minutes on ABC click here (under 'Further information')
About me
I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row. I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.
Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single- handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after school, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.
I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I bat .400. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me.
I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations for the CIA. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me.
I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I breed prizewinning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis.
The scorpion incidence
This incidence needs a mention. My housemate Boyce went and bought himself a nice big aquarium and a cute little scorpion to put in it. The next morning - no scorpion in sight. What the idiot didn't know is that black forest scorpions can apparantly climb up vertical glass walls - who woulda thunk it? This gave us a week of worrying about walking around the house without the lights on or going to sleep without giving the doona a thourough shake and such. Followed by 3 days og thinking "Alright surely that scorpion is long gone now". Then on the 10th day after the scorpion's escape Boyce comes home and the scorpion is wandering about in his tank. His first thought, of course, was "WTF?!" followed by "MEEEEEEEEEEX!!" (Our house mexican José's nickname). After interigating the usual subjects, Mex first, it is still unknown how on earth this could have happened. We have actually decided to stick with the theory that the scorpion crawled out of his tank, roamed around the house somewhere and after 10 days decided that tank wasn't such a bad place after all.
I mean, seriously, if you ad just pulled off the scorpion heist of the century as a prank, why would you NOT own up to it?
How GRAND – FINALly a day off!
This past week has aparently been mid-term break. Even so, I have been at uni a minimum of 10 hours every day, including Saturday and Sunday last week, working on f'in assignments. Yesterday we finnally knocked over this large as assignment that is due on Monday. Now I am taking the day off!
- before starting on the next massive assignment tomorrow.
This assignment rush has indeed been the norm over the last years. This time of every semester is the same. Nothing but assignments for 3 weeks or so.
