Brain Fuck.

When you're totally not in the mood for a subject that requires a lot (now when I say 'a lot', I mean CATASTROPHICAL amounts) of concentration... Then sitting for two hours for something like Intellectual Property and Media Ethics, I say: GL HF, People! Welcome to Brain Fuck 101.

*bangs head on desk*

Thank god Mr. Ferlin only took an hour instead of the full two. Oh, Mr. Ferlin is my lecturer and tutorial teacher. If you can think back a year or two to a TV programme called First Touch, you'll remember that there was a quirky Indian doctor for a leading role. Yes, dear people, that would be Mr. Ferlin.

I enjoy his classes, but they require *a lot* of concentration and you really have to keep at it. He uses his experience in smatterings throughout the class to highlight cases and keep us alert and amused. Think along the lines of... A lady going to a TCM practitioner for a colonic which results in a rectal tear and her subsequent demise. Or snails found in ginger ale. If none of those take your fancy, how about a tumour that is removed from just behind the forehead but the laser also slices thinly through other membrane just to the side of it resulting in brain fluid seeping out through the patient's nose. This leads to more operations, intense pain and eventual death of the patient.

Mm... Lovely.