One thing you will learn pretty quickly when you arrive at Imperial is that everybody thinks their subject is the hardest. The chemists think that their insanely long lab hours make it the hardest degree, the mechanical engineers with their scary maths worksheets think they have it the worst, the medics getting up for placements at 6am everyday have a tough go of things and I have no idea what the electrical engineers do inside the EEE building all day but the ones I know like to complain a lot about their degrees. Everyone has a tough schedule, demanding courseworks and gruelling exams as well as other projects, commitments and compulsory extras (read about the Horizons courses – extracurricular humanties, language and business courses that are compulsory in some faculties – here!
Last Tuesday (wow, it feels like a month ago now) I attended one of the biggest events in the Chemical Engineering Department: The ChemEng Talent Show 2015! It is a fantastic opportunity for Chem Eng students to chill for a night and enjoy some great performances as well as see another side to our lecturers who always prepare a surprise performance at the end of the show; no one knows what it is but you are certain that it will be memorable.
Most of the shows were of people singing and playing an instrument. There was a gymnastics show that was cancelled last minute due to health and safety issues though it would have added greater variety to the show.
I haven’t written much lately, work and various other things has gotten in the way. Right now I find myself in bed back home for the weekend after catching the flu, perhaps or perhaps not related to an eventful trip to Amsterdam last week. The trip was for ICSM RAG, the ‘raising and giving’ society, essentially raising money for charity. I have honestly no idea how a trip to Amsterdam raises money for charity. But I’m not complaining.
Back to this post. Anatomy. I’ve wanted to talk about this since I started anatomy last month. So here it is.
Imperial is unique as a Medical School because I’m at it dissection is done using full body cadavers.
I was half-way through my regular Sunday antics when it hit me that March had arrived.
“Where the hell did February go?” I wondered to myself.
Granted, it’s a few days shorter than the other months but even then you don’t expect 28 days to just fly by. After 4 months of adjustment, it seemed it was finally time to (sort of) stick to a concrete timetable throughout the week. I’d say it has a lot to do with the reappearance of Easter eggs. Normally, Easter eggs are great: they signal the coming of holidays, the end of winter, and the moment you eat one you know you’ve committed to at least two more.
Imperial’s Vehicle Design Society are currently in the process of designing and building a CubeSat—a small and relatively cheap satellite that will be Imperial’s first ever student satellite.
It’s not just going to be any old CubeSat either— it is going to be designed to aid search and rescue by locating distress signals, and will have the highest resolution (1.5m per pixel) of any CubeSat to date. There is currently a network of satellites to designed to locate and detect distress signals, but these were developed in the 70s and haven’t been updated since. The main aim of this project is to show that this system can be improved upon with minimal investment.
Because being ill is no fun when you’re on your own and your mum isn’t there to bring you cups of tea. (Can you tell that I am coming down with a cold at this very moment?)
1. Stay hydrated. Drink lots of water and hot tea to avoid the headachey part.
2. The best offence is a good defence. Read as: EAT YOUR FRUITS AND VEGETABLES. I had absolutely horrendous freshers flu last year (as in, it lasted for three weeks and culminated in tonsilitis) and I’m pretty sure it’s because my kitchen in halls was carb central and vitamin and mineral free.
BEEP BEEP BEEP…
Blurry eyed, I reach for my phone and summon enough self-control to not cause any grievous damage to it as I close the alarm and fall back to sleep.
BEEP BEEP BEEP…
It is still dark outside, I can have a few more minutes of blessed sleep.
BEEP BEEP BEEP…
Alright, alright I am getting up. Oh, look at that, the sun is up!
Walking across Prince’s Gardens rushing to college. Why is it always so cold? Oh, look at that beautiful robin!
‘Please take your seats I would like to begin,’ says the lecturer as latecomers scramble around the lecture theatre.
This weekend my parents came down, and we spent the weekend being tourists. We went to Chinatown to see some of the Chinese New Year decorations, had a tour round the Globe theatre, and explored Primrose Hill. There is so much to do in London that it’s always really easy to entertain visitors!
Last week was pretty busy as I was ill, writing my extended essay and lab report, it was pancake day, my housemate’s birthday, a Great Gatsby party on Wednesday, and Oscar, one of my old housemates came back from Germany where he is taking a year abroad to see everyone.
Okay I know I’m late and it’s like past the middle of February, but I remembered that around this time last year I was filling out applications for post-graduate courses, and upon recalling the trauma, I thought it might be about time to talk about the Master’s course I’m studying at Imperial. It’s called Preventive Cardiology, which obviously will not fascinate you if you have no interest in cardiology what so-ever. But just in case you do, please read on!
Short disclaimer: I have not been forced, threatened or held at gunpoint to write a good report of my course at Imperial.
Recently a story came up on my Facebook newsfeed about the University of Cambridge’s ‘Defend Education’ group starting a campaign called End Week 5 Blues. It’s essentially a campaign to add a reading week to the middle of their very short (just 8 weeks!) and very intense semesters to give students a breather and time to get on top of things before starting the second half of term. Many of you will have read the heart-wrenching article that did the rounds in October of last year where a Cambridge student told her story of how the intense academic pressure of attending one of the world’s top-ranked universities lead her into a difficult state with her mental health and, eventually, to drop out altogether.