Get On The Bus

University started today, only I didn’t start with it because my particular lectures start tomorrow. But being a conscientious sort, I went to see where the lecture theatres are anyway. This was not a simple prospect, because Auckland University has not contented itself with a single campus, but flung out little suburban bits in other places. Normal students can arrange their courses to be mostly on one campus, but people like me who want to do everything all at once and get stage two computer science done in a single semester have to accept a certain degree of bus travel.

It seems the plan for my Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays will be as follows:

  1. get up (early)
  2. take the train to Britomart
  3. walk up Queen Street to work
  4. provide valuable helpdesk support to callers from all over the country for three hours
  5. walk to the city campus
  6. hang out for an hour
  7. catch a bus to the Tamaki campus
  8. attend a lecture
  9. catch a bus back to the City campus
  10. hang out for three hours
  11. attend a lecture
  12. either walk to Britomart to catch a train home, or take a bus

There’s quite a lot of waiting around time there, especially if I decide to take the train home. I have several options for filling it.

I could do more helpdesking, as there’s always more deskhelping to be done. This would have the advantage of earning me more money, with the disadvantage that it might be too much helpingdesk given that I’ll be doing it all day on Wednesdays, and for another half-day on Monday.

I could study, leaving me more time in the evening for non-studying, non-helpdesking pursuits such as figuring out what the correct term for that actually is. I could also devote the hanging out time to artistic pursuits such as drawing comics and visiting the art gallery with my sketchbook. I think a combination of these latter two options is the most likely to eventuate.

I shall also have to see if I can learn to read on the bus without feeling queasy. Reading on the train has been fine, and I am even making some headway with my lifetime’s backlog of books I intend to read, which has its own bookshelf beside my bed and includes books I have not picked up in over a decade now, but still consider myself to be, in some vague existential sense, reading.

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