Today, I shall take you past my so-called creative side and show you my reality, which is that of a transportation and highway engineering student. Which is also the reason I have disappeared from the blogosphere for nearly a month, plus proofreading, plus sheer laziness out of not knowing what to write about because it’s also been quite a while since I drew in my Moleskine.
I do have my lazy phases. Anyway.
This is at the platform of the KTM Komuter train I’ve been taking to class for nearly one and a half years now, and still am because my mother doesn’t allow me to drive alone at night Well, except for my classes on Saturdays. And now the train is at the heart of my final year project, for which I had just presented my research proposal. Not too many questions asked, thank God! I was really thanking God that I had decided not to kill myself by doing something that would have required me to utilize statistical models; statistics and mathematics not exactly being my forte. Those who did were grilled mercilessly, hence me thanking God profusely while in the meeting room.
I’m also taking Pavement Materials this semester, which requires me to learn about road pavement materials. Yes, road pavement. That thing your cars always roll over, and which you probably don’t really think about unless there are massive potholes damaging your car suspensions. Also, unless if you’re taking Pavement Materials like me.
So last week we had to do some lab work in designing the mix for road pavements. You won’t see my face, because obviously I was the one taking pictures and anyway, how can one camwhore in a pavement lab?? It somehow sounds silly.
This is the end product. I have the before pictures in my Blackberry… but ah they’re not as clear as these, which I took with Papa’s DSLR. Don’t they look like sticky black cakes? Albeit made out of stones.
Heating up the pavement samples as part of the testing procedure. Half an hour, 60 degrees Celsius.
The poor pavement sample being subjected to stress so as to check for deformations, to see the pavement stability when subjected to traffic loads.
Deformed black sticky cakes. Those stains on the floor are asphalt stains; they’re on the floor, on the table, in the ovens and even on the walls. Don’t ask me how the asphalt got on the walls, I find it weird myself, I don’t know if anyone had a ‘throw asphalt to the wall’ competition or something.
And there you have it! My rather unsexy reality of being an engineering student.