Time

Time is a funny thing. Apart from its general psychological, emotional, philosophical (and generally everything else that ends in -al) effects, it also creeps me out slightly because of how it can seemingly vary its speed. I was sitting in a Research Skills lecture on Wednesday and was admittedly very bored as I had already been taught the topics being covered on Experimental Design for my Biology A Level. Ten minutes into the hour long lecture, I found my thoughts wondering to topics on the opposite end of Experimental Design (food, how hard the bench was, more food, how well the lecturer had colour coordinated his clothes and shoes…and a bit more food). The remaining 50 minutes of that lecture seemed to pass by torturously slowly as no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t make myself concentrate on the ways in which scientific studies can be manipulated. This is of no fault of the lecture as he was admittedly describing the techniques in an excellent manner but it was just something I wasn’t interested in learning about at that particular moment in time. Although looking back, I know it was a bad idea not concentrating as the information would have been useful for my upcoming practical session.

On the other end of the scale though, I found time whizzed by during Fridays Physiology and Pharmacology lecture on the classification of neurons. Maybe I’m biased when it comes to this module as I am a Medical Physiology student and thrive when it comes to physiology and anatomy. I was alert and taking notes throughout the hour despite it being my last lecture for the week and my fingers and toes tingling because of the cold. When it came to last 5 minutes of the one hour lecture and the lecturer started to summarise the main lecture points, I found myself holding back a groan as I actually wanted the lecture to continue!

Strange indeed..