No idea. As long as it's not pornography, I don't mind. But really I would love to be amazing at math. I may be good at it, but it still took me fifteen minutes to work out 7/12 in my head last night. }8¬P
Monday 12 July 2010
Wednesday 16 June 2010
On the subject of Nerdiness and Teachers
What it's about:
Math teachers
Once, when I was in what I guess you might call high school, my math teacher Mrs. R. was so upset by the rowdiness of my class, she left in tears.
My friend X was stuck on trigonometry, so I, as a good friend, tried to explain it to him. The class was still far too loud to hear a word being said, so X stood up and shouted "Oy! Clive's trying to tell me how to do this, so just shut up alright!". I carried on, but, being terrible at explaining with only one medium, I laughed and picked up Mrs. R's pen and explained on the white-board.
Meanwhile Mrs. R. had visited our head-of-year to complain and get some empathy. So our year-head, Mrs. T, burst in on me lecturing a silent class. She was completely shocked and asked how I'd managed to get them to behave. I told her, "I think it's just a matter of respect", the entire class burst out laughing and Mrs. T. left me to continue my lecture.
A few moments later, and I'd nearly finished by now, Mrs. R. came back in grinning. I finished off and asked Mrs. R. if I should to the other type of example and she laughed and told me that she would take over from there. So she had gone from leaving the room in tears, to laughing, simply because I'd managed to silence my class and explain trigonometry.
My friend X was stuck on trigonometry, so I, as a good friend, tried to explain it to him. The class was still far too loud to hear a word being said, so X stood up and shouted "Oy! Clive's trying to tell me how to do this, so just shut up alright!". I carried on, but, being terrible at explaining with only one medium, I laughed and picked up Mrs. R's pen and explained on the white-board.
Meanwhile Mrs. R. had visited our head-of-year to complain and get some empathy. So our year-head, Mrs. T, burst in on me lecturing a silent class. She was completely shocked and asked how I'd managed to get them to behave. I told her, "I think it's just a matter of respect", the entire class burst out laughing and Mrs. T. left me to continue my lecture.
A few moments later, and I'd nearly finished by now, Mrs. R. came back in grinning. I finished off and asked Mrs. R. if I should to the other type of example and she laughed and told me that she would take over from there. So she had gone from leaving the room in tears, to laughing, simply because I'd managed to silence my class and explain trigonometry.
Sunday 25 April 2010
A Day In The Life
What it's about:
a day in the life of,
a day in the life of clive davidson,
boredom,
chemistry,
clive davidson,
exam,
math,
maths,
politics,
roommate
It started on Friday. (07:00) Not the best of mornings; woke up late. Didn't have time for a proper shower. (08:00) Buses, as usual, were a nightmare. (09:00) When I got to my first period it was practical Chemistry. Simple, pointless and most of all, boring.
(11:00) Next I had a meeting scheduled with the mental health councillor. She wasn't there. I was waiting for an hour before I gave up and brought a packet of winegums to cheer myself up.
(12:45) When I return she finds me, considerably after the scheduled meeting, and apologises for the inconvenience. Yada, yada. It's not the first time, and I know it won't be the last.
(12:50) Next: Have me some lunch. Buy a prawn mayo sandwich.
(13:15) Then it's time for physics. It's a Friday, so that means a practice exam. My lecturer insists on exam conditions. "It's a practice!" he 'explains'. The only legitimate reason he has for that is to get an idea of what grades we will get.
Doing an exam paper doesn't help towards revision. Not the way he does it. I would prefer to call it a 'Waste of precious revision time'.
Physics papers are tiring, easy and tedious.
(15:00) Further Maths now. Hardcore, head mashing, probability, or something like that. I am exhausted from that exam. It's hard to concentrate. (16:30) Lesson officially finishes. I stay behind to get some extra work done. (17:00) Give up, too tired to work any more. Approached by a friend high up in the administration. He wants me to go to a debate later that night and ask a question to the candidates of the local election. I accept. It leaves only an hour and ten minutes to get home, change my clothes and maybe have a shower. I decide to wait instead.
(17:05) I've gone to the student lounge, only a couple of people there, all on the computers. The cafe is closed so I can't have anything to eat or drink. I've run out of money anyway. I go on the nearest unoccupied computer. I check the Ning, my emails and twitter. Nothing interesting has really happened. I don't have my broken walkman or any earphones, so I can't watch any videos or anything like that. My camera is at home, so no chance of making the most of my time and recording some footage.
(17:20) I am hungry, but can't afford to get some food from the tesco's nearby. I sign off of the computer and start to wander around any unlocked building randomly. S and L blocks are locked, but H is open. Let's have a look at every floor shall we?
(17:40) Bored with this even more. I realise that I should tell my roommate that I won't be home until late. I don't have my phone with me. I go back to the student lounge to try to email him. It's not like he ever checks his email, but at least I am trying.
(17:45) Evil caretaker man tells me to leave before I have a chance to email my roommate. I explain that I am going to the debate question thing and he rants about having to close up and tells me to go to K block.
(17:50) I give in and head for K block. There is nobody there but technicians. I wonder around and head back to the front desk. (18:15) I've read every pamphlet and poster. Now I am just sitting on the floor, waiting.
(18:30) I am supposed to go in now. The theatre is mainly empty, but those who are there are bustling away nicely. I think I will find a nice comfortable corner and sit down until I am needed.
(18:40) A representative from the local dept. of revenue and customs called Michelle arrives. He explains how it will work, and that he is going to ask a question also. The only intelligent thing I can add to the conversation is an educated guess about the microphone we will be using. It was, as I had suspected, a wireless dynamic cadmium core microphone.
(18:45) Mister college admin man arrives and explains some more to everyone present. A student of politics arrives and we (the politics student and I) are sent out on 'signpost duty'.
(18:55) We've directed several of the more bemused looking visitors towards the theatre and it is supposed to start soon. We are joined by a friend of mine called Maximilian and we head inside.
(19:00) Several people I don't know are introduced to me, including the Lib Dem candidate, she seems a decent enough person. As the debate proceeds, we get several racist comments from the UKIP candidate. My hatred for him is too tired to really be bother me. I notice that nobody but me really knows how to use a microphone and I realise how long I have been training to use one. The green and labour candidates seem like the best judging purely from this. Followed by the Lib Dem woman and finally the conservative man. The UKIP person doesn't even close. The questions being asked are mostly really stupid. Myself and Maximilian have the best ones by far. I am nervous when I ask my question, but I use the mic properly and speak clearly. Maximilian had trouble with his, stammering a bit, but made it in the end.
(21:30) The debate thing is over now. I get a chance for a brief word with the labour candidate, he thanks me for the question, but rushes off. The green party candidate has a prolonged conversation with me and the admin guy about why he does it, when he knows he won't win.
(21:35) I start the walk home, no buses run at this time of night and I hope to find an open shop so I can buy some food from my debit card; always a last resort for a late night emergency meal.
I practice a few of my voices until my throat becomes sore. The shop is closed.
(22:10) I arrive home. My roommate has a go at me and phones the police to say that I am okay. He is really uptight about it, it doesn't make a change. I apologise repeatedly and try to explain. I get through on the eighth try, but he is still angry with me. I eat the cold pizza he left on the side and make a cup of tea. After a long day I can finally rest my feet, but my stomach is painful in futile anger and guilt.
(22:45) I finally go to bed and 'enjoy' a restless sleep.
Expressing myself is the only way to get this off my chest, feel free to comment or whatever. It's not obligatory or even asked of you.
(11:00) Next I had a meeting scheduled with the mental health councillor. She wasn't there. I was waiting for an hour before I gave up and brought a packet of winegums to cheer myself up.
(12:45) When I return she finds me, considerably after the scheduled meeting, and apologises for the inconvenience. Yada, yada. It's not the first time, and I know it won't be the last.
(12:50) Next: Have me some lunch. Buy a prawn mayo sandwich.
(13:15) Then it's time for physics. It's a Friday, so that means a practice exam. My lecturer insists on exam conditions. "It's a practice!" he 'explains'. The only legitimate reason he has for that is to get an idea of what grades we will get.
Doing an exam paper doesn't help towards revision. Not the way he does it. I would prefer to call it a 'Waste of precious revision time'.
Physics papers are tiring, easy and tedious.
(15:00) Further Maths now. Hardcore, head mashing, probability, or something like that. I am exhausted from that exam. It's hard to concentrate. (16:30) Lesson officially finishes. I stay behind to get some extra work done. (17:00) Give up, too tired to work any more. Approached by a friend high up in the administration. He wants me to go to a debate later that night and ask a question to the candidates of the local election. I accept. It leaves only an hour and ten minutes to get home, change my clothes and maybe have a shower. I decide to wait instead.
(17:05) I've gone to the student lounge, only a couple of people there, all on the computers. The cafe is closed so I can't have anything to eat or drink. I've run out of money anyway. I go on the nearest unoccupied computer. I check the Ning, my emails and twitter. Nothing interesting has really happened. I don't have my broken walkman or any earphones, so I can't watch any videos or anything like that. My camera is at home, so no chance of making the most of my time and recording some footage.
(17:20) I am hungry, but can't afford to get some food from the tesco's nearby. I sign off of the computer and start to wander around any unlocked building randomly. S and L blocks are locked, but H is open. Let's have a look at every floor shall we?
(17:40) Bored with this even more. I realise that I should tell my roommate that I won't be home until late. I don't have my phone with me. I go back to the student lounge to try to email him. It's not like he ever checks his email, but at least I am trying.
(17:45) Evil caretaker man tells me to leave before I have a chance to email my roommate. I explain that I am going to the debate question thing and he rants about having to close up and tells me to go to K block.
(17:50) I give in and head for K block. There is nobody there but technicians. I wonder around and head back to the front desk. (18:15) I've read every pamphlet and poster. Now I am just sitting on the floor, waiting.
(18:30) I am supposed to go in now. The theatre is mainly empty, but those who are there are bustling away nicely. I think I will find a nice comfortable corner and sit down until I am needed.
(18:40) A representative from the local dept. of revenue and customs called Michelle arrives. He explains how it will work, and that he is going to ask a question also. The only intelligent thing I can add to the conversation is an educated guess about the microphone we will be using. It was, as I had suspected, a wireless dynamic cadmium core microphone.
(18:45) Mister college admin man arrives and explains some more to everyone present. A student of politics arrives and we (the politics student and I) are sent out on 'signpost duty'.
(18:55) We've directed several of the more bemused looking visitors towards the theatre and it is supposed to start soon. We are joined by a friend of mine called Maximilian and we head inside.
(19:00) Several people I don't know are introduced to me, including the Lib Dem candidate, she seems a decent enough person. As the debate proceeds, we get several racist comments from the UKIP candidate. My hatred for him is too tired to really be bother me. I notice that nobody but me really knows how to use a microphone and I realise how long I have been training to use one. The green and labour candidates seem like the best judging purely from this. Followed by the Lib Dem woman and finally the conservative man. The UKIP person doesn't even close. The questions being asked are mostly really stupid. Myself and Maximilian have the best ones by far. I am nervous when I ask my question, but I use the mic properly and speak clearly. Maximilian had trouble with his, stammering a bit, but made it in the end.
(21:30) The debate thing is over now. I get a chance for a brief word with the labour candidate, he thanks me for the question, but rushes off. The green party candidate has a prolonged conversation with me and the admin guy about why he does it, when he knows he won't win.
(21:35) I start the walk home, no buses run at this time of night and I hope to find an open shop so I can buy some food from my debit card; always a last resort for a late night emergency meal.
I practice a few of my voices until my throat becomes sore. The shop is closed.
(22:10) I arrive home. My roommate has a go at me and phones the police to say that I am okay. He is really uptight about it, it doesn't make a change. I apologise repeatedly and try to explain. I get through on the eighth try, but he is still angry with me. I eat the cold pizza he left on the side and make a cup of tea. After a long day I can finally rest my feet, but my stomach is painful in futile anger and guilt.
(22:45) I finally go to bed and 'enjoy' a restless sleep.
Expressing myself is the only way to get this off my chest, feel free to comment or whatever. It's not obligatory or even asked of you.
Wednesday 7 April 2010
The Ning is ningy.
Hello Ning, how have you been. Oh. It's April, I forgot, nobody is going to read this because of the tons of BEDAs around. Oh well.
I was just calling in to see how you guys are and talk about what I am doing.
I am rather ashamed of myself for not visiting the Ning more than once a day. Have you guys seen me? I have been missing you. I sometimes feel like the Ning is becoming crowded with double posted and dead discussions, old games, and full of uncommitted people. (I am no better)
I don't know. Is the Ning dying? People keep seem to be leaving. Perhaps that is no reason to leave, it creates a vicious circle of leaving-ness.
Am I rambling? Yes? Darn. I will just stop typing now. Now. Now. Now. Okay. I am gone.
I was just calling in to see how you guys are and talk about what I am doing.
I am rather ashamed of myself for not visiting the Ning more than once a day. Have you guys seen me? I have been missing you. I sometimes feel like the Ning is becoming crowded with double posted and dead discussions, old games, and full of uncommitted people. (I am no better)
I don't know. Is the Ning dying? People keep seem to be leaving. Perhaps that is no reason to leave, it creates a vicious circle of leaving-ness.
Am I rambling? Yes? Darn. I will just stop typing now. Now. Now. Now. Okay. I am gone.
Saturday 3 April 2010
Dear Malaria
What it's about:
malaria
Dear Malaria,
Get out of town. Don't make me use force, you know we will.
If you leave before next Saturday there could be a large cash bonus in it for you.
Do what I say, or else.
-A Friend
Get out of town. Don't make me use force, you know we will.
If you leave before next Saturday there could be a large cash bonus in it for you.
Do what I say, or else.
-A Friend
Monday 8 March 2010
Are you the kind of friend that you would want to have as a friend?
No! I am a cold hearted evil monster. I should know. };¬D
Tuesday 12 January 2010
formspring.me
do you have a goatee, hat and nerd glasses irl, or are those just for dramatic effect?
I used to have a goatee, I do have glasses but they are not nearly as Nerdy and I do own a fedora.
formspring.me
do you like grilled cheese sandwiches?
Never tried them. I think I would, because I like grilled cheese on toast.
formspring.me
how old are you?
My current age is equal to one of the roots of the following equation: 3x^3-42x^2-1065x+15504
Sunday 10 January 2010
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