First week of Y3S2!

It's been a tiring, dreadful, hectic, confusing, busy, messed up, chaotic, helter skelter week. Really, I think I could go on with the adjectives, but I think I've made my point painfully clear. The first week (at least by my calendar) of university is over, and it's safe to say that I am not looking forward to this coming Monday. You would think 5 subjects would be a breeze. A walk in the park. A swim in the pool. A waddle in the pond. Think again, my dear blog readers. It's worse than ever. Well, at least the workload is. I'll admit that there are a few mornings where I get to sleep an extra 1 or 2 hours, but really, what's all that in the face of "so-confusing-my-brains-nearly-leaked-out-of-my-head" lectures and "you-call-this-homework-I-call-it-a-freakin'-thesis" kinda assignments.

Lemme just try to run through some of the things that happened this week. I say try, because the very act of trying to relive those moments might make my innards - fragile as they are - explode at any moment.

The first class of the new semester for me was rather amusing. The most defining moment du jour was when the lecturer whipped out a stack of PMR English 2005 examination papers for us to do. I'm sure it'll have some connection to the course, somehow.

Then it was discovering, during lunch break, that driving to the so-called 'nearby' food court at Samarahan would now be an additional 20-minute drive each day because the authorities decided to block off the shortcut back to the old campus which would effectively force each and every one of us to drive like 2 miles out of the way just to make the turn at the roundabout to get back to campus. Did you get that last sentence? I'm getting confused just trying to read it, so don't pressure yourself to understand it. Just move on to the next sentence.

Then it was realising that the university had put up speed bumps (do you 'put up' or 'put down' speed bumps?) all over the university. Like, if you were to take a measuring tape, you'd probably find that the distance between one bump to the next is like, oh about 7 metres or so. This most efficiently strikes out the option of speeding your way to a class that you're already late for. I've started recommending helmets for my passengers.

Then it was realising in another class that one of the assignments entailed us writing a what-what research proposal what-what practise for next year's thesis what-what final year project. All the what-whats are there for a reason: to represent my blur-ness and confusion. Really I'm not quite sure what the assignment means. I guess I'll just roll with the times. You know. Go with the moment. Drift. Or something.

Then it was rushing on a Friday morning at 12 in the afternoon to complete a presentation that we're supposed to present this coming Monday. We finished preparing for the assignment at about 2 pm. And rushed to class. In the rain.

And then it's coming home for the weekend, ecstatic at the thought of a breather from the hustle and bustle, only to realise (with that sick feeling in your stomach) the impending doom that is the coming week. Another week of lectures. Another week of hard, mind-boggling work. Another week of madness.

Yippee. I don't think I can contain all this excitement. I better stop before I puke my guts out.