Day 8 - And the War Begins

Right. A lecture on the Molecular Basis of Life was our first lesson of the medical school. I'm not gonna go through what we learned today because none of you would bother reading the long, boring, complex etc explanations anyway. To summarise, we just recapped our entire secondary school/A-Level syllabus on carbohydrates, proteins, lipids and DNA in 50 minutes.

Then, there was Cell-cell Communication which also covered the syllabus we've studied during secondary school in 50 minutes. And finally, CSI lecture at 12pm.

After that, I went to settle my electives at the Daedalus Building. Hah! It seems my level of Japanese comprehension allowed me to skip 2 grades and just start from Level 3. I would have liked to take Level 2 first for a recap, but my timetable in the 2nd Semester clashes with all the Japanese classes, so I might as well just push myself in Sem 1. For now, my electives in Sem 2 are still a blank. I'm either taking French (which I can practice with my housemate) or Business Management (which supposedly will help me in my future career).

Then, I went out again. Today, I visited Phoenix Park, the furthest stop for the no. 10 bus. To my dismay, the place has a long way to go before it can even hope to match the park near City Centre (Grafton, if I'm not mistaken). Of course, it may also be so because it is now nearing autumn. I'll visit the place again in spring.

I stopped at City Centre on my way back to find the place that supposedly distributes detailed maps of Dublin. I couldn't find it, though. Perhaps it was closed seeing as it was already 6.30pm. I caught bus no. 10 again and returned to campus shortly after that. No point hanging around when everywhere is closing already. Unbelievably, even restaurants close so early. Only the fast food stands and bars were open. Of course, there were also some of those EXPENSIVE classy restaurant, but I wouldn't step in there even for a glass of water!

Home sweet... what the hell!? Back in UCD, massive amounts of people were gathering at the UCD Restaurants. Some random white girls (I think they were my neighbours) stuck their heads out of a taxi window and screamed at me (I am 100% sure that they were talking to me), "Party at Marty's!" *Just got info from my housemate that there's a party at City Centre* I declined. I just ate and blew all my steam running around the park.

Oh... some bunch of guys are shouting "Nerds!" at all the people who are still at home... Maybe I should go. Yeah... right...

P.S. CSI stands for Clinical Studies and Healthcare Informatics and not the other commonly known phrase.