I've decided that maybe, just maybe, I'll take to blogging a little more frequently. You do realize that my course is mass communications so most of the time I suppose we're expected to write and I think I have to start really honing my skills in writing and etc.
The official first day of school was havoc madness. Maddening. It started off raining, and I was wearing a skirt and it started to absorb rain puddles like a mop, I had to miss one bus because of the crowd and I was so nervous because I was afraid of being late. Then I was playing Tetris on the bus because I was fretting inside and then I stressed myself out more because it felt like I was being judged. You never know, you could be sitting beside a Tetris Expert. You really never know.
When I finally reached school I was hot, bothered and flustered and I think I was overdressed or something sigh because it was as if people were looking at me, or maybe I'm just too full of myself but ok.
My faci for the current module was so motherly, I liked her a lot but I don't think I'll see her again. The day went ok-ish, only I wasn't used to the crowds because for the past two months my DPA mates and I practically had the whole classrooms and canteens to ourselves. So the immensely huge influx of people was a great big splash of cold water to the face and I didn't feel like eating blah blah blah. Going around school, I really couldn't stop thinking of all my dpa friends and all the places we used to hang out with together. The Reel Room holds especially fond memories- all held by the comfortable, unwashed folds of the sofa chairs, the foot printed glass tables, the over-used pool equipment and the soft dim lights that make it near impossible to finish your work because it makes you so sleepy and relaxed. I miss all of that and looking back, I'm glad I treasured it the way I did knowing it will end soon enough whilst the memories stay.
Speaking of my dpa mates, I went down to watch their soccer match "illegally" played at the multi-purpose court. I only didn't see them for slightly more than a week yet I missed them so much. I always feel like I want to maximize my time with them and I AM NOT SORRY FOR SOUNDING LIKE A SOPPY EMOTIONAL YOUNG WOMAN.
On the second day of school I had breakfast with Becky and I must say it was really very nice to sit side by side out in the open, eating from our oil stained paper bags, looking at people and finally having that wonderful closure, that feeling of not needing to say anything, simply basking in each other's familiar presence. Of course, we were nearly late for class haha. That day, I also had my first mind blank-out presenting to a group of people (my class) and I just felt that whatever was coming out of my mouth was sheer repetitiveness and mindless rambling. I wanted to cry right there and then because I suddenly wanted my RPPP class so bad, I was too comfortable with them and the sudden realization that I wasn't in the same class as them locked the gears in my head. I finally got it over and done with but I felt immensely flustered. sigh
Third day was pretty disastrous. C o m p l e t e mind block, some miscommunication, wrong factual information. I wanted to cry, I swear. I felt so darn pathetic. Like I was so used to my friends, I depended on them so much. The day got better when I finally met up with Mo later on and I cried seeing her because she was one of the people I missed the most. Only a few minutes earlier I felt like such a badass ( WAITING FOR SEBASTIAN AND JORDON TO GET IN THE LIFT BEFORE PRESSING ALL THE LIFT BUTTONS AND GOING OUT) and then seeing Mo just opened up the floodgates and I couldn't stop crying. But it was great, catching up with her and some of the rest. Third day started bad, ended amazing <3
I'd say the first week of school (officially) was pretty stressful, there's a lot of emphasis on critical thinking and language and I feel somehow that I can't match up with the other more dynamic people in my class. But you know what, I like that pressurized feeling...as if I'm feeling something solid again, not a wandering, fleeting, mindless sensation
And lastly, to whoever reads this-I'm loud and fun when I'm comfortable with you, and I'm quiet when I'm comfortable with you, so go figure ;)
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