Springy Springy?

During an A2 Physics lesson today my teacher genuinely said “…and that’s what you should have found from your experiments with the springy springy last Thursday.” And they say A Levels are dumbing down? Crazy times. In fairness it was disgustingly hard subject matter let me tell you there is nothing simple about simple harmonic motion.

Anyway, I also sent my UCAS, which is big news. I thought I’d have a panic attack when I did, I get stressed very easily. My mum went to press the ominous “send” button for me, but I defended my right to control my own destiny, by doing something that would ultimately lead to the exact same scenario as if I’d let her press it for me, until the bitter end. It was a bit creepy actually, I sort of squeaked and growled at the same time whilst grabbing the computer with, what I can only guess to be, a deranged look in my eyes.

I’ve received emails from all but one of my choices to say thanks for applying, I’ve begun to check my emails constantly, and can I just say, I never noticed before just how many pointless emails apple send out. Seriously, I can barely move for emails from apple, it’s dreadful. Every time I see an email pop up on the screen I get a tiny flutter of excitement in my stomach. Thanks apple for giving me false hope and burning that hope up before my very eyes by demanding that I buy an iPad. If, after the first email, I haven’t bought an iPad because I'd somehow missed that I’d had an email, assuming of course I haven’t noticed the constant bombardment of indoctrinating advertisement that they so casually slap all over the television and internet, do they really think that sending me another totally identical email will force me to buy their ridiculous contraption?

Essentially, the iPad is an inconveniently sized iPod Touch. Don’t get me wrong, the iPod Touch genuinely changed my life by allowing me contact with the outside world, but that doesn’t mean I want it’s overweight older brother staying at my house, barging in on my life and being sick on my sofa. Somewhere in that metaphor is a point I’m sure and when I find it I’ll make it directly. What I’m saying is: iPads are not worth the money, you could actually buy a decent laptop for less.

Thus concludes my therapy session. :P