I just got home from the first predicate test of the semester – Applied Mathematics. It was a disaster. Sure, with the effort I put in I didn’t expect to do brilliantly, but what bothers me is that I forgot a couple of fundamental formulas. Really basic stuff. In essence it would be similar to forget the distribution rule for algebra for two hours. At this stage AMath isn’t really difficult, the test and I just wasn’t compatible. Screw it. In the end, I Believe I’ll get by. I’ve been in tight spot before, but until I have the actual results I can’t do anything. It’s sort of like waiting for the test results which will be determine whether you have a terminal illness or not. It’s the waiting that’s the worst. This was a rusty nail in the coffin of a week that has been way more trouble than it was worth.
Anyway, I’m home now, eating a bowl of custard (I love custard) and having Adam and the others share their sorrows over the speakers. When you shut the world out at the end of the day, the worries, obligations and what-not, things aren’t that bad. Or, at least, you’ll find something to be happy about.
Spring has arrived! Well, mister calendar says so. In any case, the days are getting longer and one of these days I’ll face mister sun head-to-head on a daily basis on my east-bound trips to Stellenbosch. Not that we had much of a winter this year… tame, actually.
In the Cape, I don’t really experience transitional seasons. Autumn and spring isn’t clearly defined. I’ll just wake up one day and summer or winter has started. Maybe it’s just me, but winter will probably continue until November, like every year, and the summer starts. Which will make me very happy, because I’m a summer person (I thrive between 20 and 40 degrees Celsius, but I can tolerate higher temperatures happily).
But that’s a tad in the future. Right now I have a holiday to look forward to which starts tomorrow; a nice week off. Actually, it’s only called a holiday, but in reality it’s only meant as a period to study of a volley of tests that follows it. Still, I’m going to enjoy it thoroughly. I’m going sleep late and go seen some friends and catch up on correspondence. It’s only a week, so I doubt that I’ll get away. What I’d really like is a trip to the Namaqualand.
Allow me to explain: the Namaqualand is a rural area off the west coast of South Africa. It’s mostly farms and small towns in a semi-desert-ish area and in the summer it gets quite hot. The people are characterized by a distinct dialect of Afrikaans, something I can appreciate. All-in-all it’s not much to consider, but in the spring time, it is transformed into a paradise of wild flowers. Acres of the stuff: tourists from as far a Japan flock to see the natural spectacle. It’s something I can appreciate at this stage, especially if I can enjoy it in absolute solitude. It would be a nice getaway. But there are a few problems: it’s too far away for a quick drive, I don’t want to find accommodation there and, besides, I don’t think the flowers are in full bloom yet. Anyway, it’s a nice dream: a priori and all that.
Pfft – my custard’s finished.