[...] An interesting thing about this loop tells us a lot about time judgement—it works faster when it gets warm. In the 1930s a physiologist, Hudson Hoagland, noticed that his wife, who was suffering from a fever, kept overestimating time; she would say he had been gone for an hour when he had only been away for 40 minutes. [...]

Whew, I think I’ve actually heard of this one ‘ ‘a But as for the rest of the article, most of them I’ve just discovered through this comment of yours. *notes self to remember* Well, science seems to discover a reason for everything. *gets stomped*

As for the “slower time” when you’re with a hot chick or stud, I suppose it’s a combination of the aforementioned internal clock’s faulty measurement and a brain failure in perception. You know how people tend to forget bad things when they’re in a nostalgia? It works like that.

Ah, as I see

“Time flies when you’re having fun”

…and during Double Chemistry it crawls. The subjective measurement of time is capable of vast vagueness.

We have several internal clocks, ranging from the one that times our life-span—the tick-and-tock of the birth-then-death—to the clock that judges tiny fractions of a second, which allows us to return a 100 mph tennis serve straight down the line. The clock mechanism that we use day-to-day is a loop of neurons running from theprefrontal cortex to the basal ganglia, on to the substantia nigra and back to the prefrontal cortex.

A nerve impulse travels around the loop of about 1 metre (3 feet) per second. By the time it gets back home, one tenth of a second has elapsed. This is one ‘tick’ of the brain’s clock. So it takes, for instance, 3.5 minutes, of 2,100 ticks, to soft-boil an egg.

An interesting thing about this loop tells us a lot about time judgement—it works faster when it gets warm. In the 1930s a physiologist, Hudson Hoagland, noticed that his wife, who was suffering from a fever, kept overestimating time; she would say he had been gone for an hour when he had only been away fro 40 minutes. Being a scientist, he devised a number of experiments to fo on her while she was ill. Being a very long-suffering wife, she agreed, and sure enough her estimates of time were about 20 per cent out. Unfortunately she recovered from her fever. Hoagland choked back his disappointment and casr around for more subjects. He wrapped heat coils around their heads and found that hotheads of any sort run their clocks about 20 per cent faster than others. They think time is running quicker than it is. Under the influence of adrenaline the same thing happens. Could this explain another common experience; people who are very anxious are always so afraid of everything is going to be late?

“How long a minute is depends on which side of the bathroom door you are on” (—Zall)

As with waiting for a lift there is nothing to do while staring at the bathroom door but cuss the door, cuss the person on the other side, and cuss Murphy, who kept the bathroom empty until 15 seconds before you needed it. Because there is a high urgency behind your need to get in there, your seconds will be a ‘wee’ bit faster than anyone else’s. Hence the frustration.

Time, then really does rush by inside your head when you are in a heightened state of alertness. When at last the day has come to an end you remember the rush of time flying by.

In emergencies the neuronal clock can speed up a lot more. People often report that when they were in a crash everything seemed to happen in slow motion. In fact it is the who were thinking in fast motion.

In rare cases when the internal clock is disrupted by disease or accident, time takes a strange form. If the ticks are slowed due to damage in the system, a person will find the world rushing past at breakneck speed. Oliver Sacks, in Awakenings, describes a group of patients for whom time stopped. Encephalitis lethargica, a brain infection, had left them frozen, immobile. Treating them with a new drug, L-dopa, brought them back from a state which they described as being in a world where time stood still.

Robinson, Richard. “Why the Toast Always Lands Butter Side Down”. ISBN 1-84529-124-7

So, in short, when we are annoyed, our internal clocks run faster, resulting in a seemingly slower pace of time. This explains why people would not be so patient in a hot stove scenario.

As for the “slower time” when you’re with a hot chick or stud, I suppose it’s a combination of the aforementioned internal clock’s faulty measurement and a brain failure in perception. You know how people tend to forget bad things when they’re in a nostalgia? It works like that.

Really? I just want to get exams over with, which is why they seem to come after such a long wait, I suppose Though after it’s over, I begin to regret feeling that way, haha.

Well, then I guess the same also applied to… ‘national exam’ or the preparation for it?