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ventaAt the weekend, I spent a lot of time clearing out old files of work and notes from school and university.
In a way, I'm sad to see them go. The approximately two-foot high pile of A4 waiting to go out and give our recycling collectors a grave risk of industrial injury represents such a huge investment of my time and energy. I'm not honestly sure I would ever look at the stuff again, though - even the university lecture notes I keep intending to re-visit could probably be more usefully imbibed from books.
In particular, I lament the passing of my A-level physics notes. Writing notes in class was not as fraught as university lecture note-taking. I had the time and the inclination to take proper care over each page. My handwriting is even, the lines are neatly ruled, the diagrams carefully drawn in pencil and labelled.
Worse, it seems that almost the entire physics course has now fallen out of my head. "Using a Tangent Magnetometer to Investigate the Horizontal Component of the Earth's Magnetic Field" reads one tidily (double-)underlined heading. I did that? Yikes. Right now, I don't even know what a tangent magnetometer looks like. Or what it measures. Yet apparently I wielded one, shortly before I learned to use a cathode ray oscilloscope.
Flipping through the pages... what is the Hall Effect, anyway? Judging from the mark of 32/38 on the piece of work entitled "Comprehension of the Hall Effect", I only had a fairly hazy idea at the time. Shortly afterwards, I was using a Hall probe to measure the C. C. C. Inexplicably, the entire lab report fails to mention what C. C. C. actually stands for.
It feels wrong to be throwing away such a huge chunk of my life. But, ultimately, not quite as wrong as it feels to be giving up so much storage space to things I fundamentally don't need :)
In a way, I'm sad to see them go. The approximately two-foot high pile of A4 waiting to go out and give our recycling collectors a grave risk of industrial injury represents such a huge investment of my time and energy. I'm not honestly sure I would ever look at the stuff again, though - even the university lecture notes I keep intending to re-visit could probably be more usefully imbibed from books.
In particular, I lament the passing of my A-level physics notes. Writing notes in class was not as fraught as university lecture note-taking. I had the time and the inclination to take proper care over each page. My handwriting is even, the lines are neatly ruled, the diagrams carefully drawn in pencil and labelled.
Worse, it seems that almost the entire physics course has now fallen out of my head. "Using a Tangent Magnetometer to Investigate the Horizontal Component of the Earth's Magnetic Field" reads one tidily (double-)underlined heading. I did that? Yikes. Right now, I don't even know what a tangent magnetometer looks like. Or what it measures. Yet apparently I wielded one, shortly before I learned to use a cathode ray oscilloscope.
Flipping through the pages... what is the Hall Effect, anyway? Judging from the mark of 32/38 on the piece of work entitled "Comprehension of the Hall Effect", I only had a fairly hazy idea at the time. Shortly afterwards, I was using a Hall probe to measure the C. C. C. Inexplicably, the entire lab report fails to mention what C. C. C. actually stands for.
It feels wrong to be throwing away such a huge chunk of my life. But, ultimately, not quite as wrong as it feels to be giving up so much storage space to things I fundamentally don't need :)
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Date: 2012-01-31 03:58 pm (UTC)...I did A-level physics. I feel I ought to know what the Hall Effect is. Or at least, y'know, have a bell ring somewhere at the name.
But it doesn't. Ah well.
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Date: 2012-01-31 04:05 pm (UTC)(Sorry, your comment made me flash back to Physics at school: my extremely Oxfordshire friend D trying to explain to our very Geordie Physics teacher Dr B why the circuit he'd drawn on the board was not a complete circuit. He was mystified for a full five minutes, while she continued to repeat it - slower, louder - and finally gave up with a theatrical sigh.)