Today's Deep Insight. For chemistry GCSEs and A-levels there is one learning step: you learn new things. At university there are numerous learning steps: 1. Learn that everything you knew previously is wrong. 2. Learn the replacement ideas. 3. Learn the basis for the replacement ideas in a later lecture course. 4. Learn that the replacement ideas are merely approximations, and are only valid for fictional atoms. 5. Learn new ideas to replace the approximations. 6. Re-learn the old new ideas in another lecture course where the approximations don't matter. 7. Learn that the new, new ideas are approximations. 8. Learn that chemistry is an approximation. 9. Learn that there is a new and better version of chemistry called philosophy which is far more exact. Plus you get to sit in arty cafes and talk rubbish, rather than sitting in a smelly lab talking rubbish.   This afternoon, I decided to do some tutorial work. Have resolved to do this, I spent the afternoon tidying my room and organising my lecture notes. Something is not right here.   Claire informed us today that Dave had been trying on her clothes. This is deeply worrying when taken with the fingernail painting incident and his general womanly behaviour. Living with two women cannot be good for your health.   I am now officially Sick Of The Bar. The sensible alternative was to go to Oriel. After the usual five minutes lurking outside the gates, I gained access and went to find David Brewis, a friend from home. His dad taught me chemistry, and therefore I hold him responsible for my current position. His dad is also my godfather which made it so much easier if I got stuck with my homework. David is also doing chemistry, and there is a tendency for us to talk shop. This is bad on a Friday night down the bar. What was worse was that he was drinking Coke. He has now been demoted to 'acquaintance'.   The cliffhanger of the evening was 'When will Chris return home?'. I learned this evening that he is no longer 'seeing' Sarah Langford, and this has been the case for at least a week. No-one ever tells me anything. He was last seen in the company of Sarah Lee. Evidently he is back to his old Serial Sarahist ways. I am now worried that telling her about Chris' friend, Captain Foxy, might have had the opposite effect to the one intended. Instead of making him a figure of fun, it might have just increased his cuteness rating. Nothing is worse than a cute flatmate.
			The characters and situations in this diary are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happenings. Any resemblance to such things is coincidental, or just for humourous effect. All names have been chosen to implicate the innocent.