Here am I back in college. Study life would resume on Monday. I’m tired because I barely slept. One thing I learnt about myself is that I will need to do things like writing and posting pictures – immediately, if not I might not do it at all.
Student debt. My fees would first be paid by my first (paternal) uncle. Grandfather’s funds. He had stated a few times that he’s looking for someone to manage it and instead of managing it, I’m borrowing from it first.
Now’s 12:46. Lemme go snoop around on the third floor. Then head to the library to sleep.
Con’t (Update – written the next day).
When I went to the third floor, I found that the orientation class I crashed in earlier was empty – I had to jump to look through the window (didn’t want to peep). Right after, I saw the two teachers that were overseeing that class, one was my previous IB teacher the other is a new teacher, a lady. I was a little embarrassed. I asked, “Where’s everybody?”
One of them replied, “Oh they’re in SE 3 14. But they’re doing the EPT so it might be little dry for you…”
I didn’t crash the class……it’d be awkward. =P
Then I wandered about, to check out the location of LT 7 and in the midst of doing so I discovered some spots I did not notice before. Then I went back down to the library to find out the location of the textbook for the social science subject I will be doing.
In the morning, I went in and out of the guidance office – to offer my services (I was asking for this to do for the day but ended up offering my service for the rest of the semester if ever help is needed. This was preceded by a series of events and conversations with a very friendly admin staff whose name I did not know. She ask me to find out myself, for her name appears on the announcements…but later on, she blurted out her name when she was giving me ideas on how to speak to the counselor to offer my services). =D
I came to college for the new intake’s orientation because I wanted to get use to the study life again as well as to spend my time on something more productive…(well,spending time in dreamland is quite productive in its own way though).
I helped a little to stick the name list on the board…(I wonder know who (other than me) read that thing). Then I hung around until Ms L ask me to follow a batch of students up to the third floor. We took the stairs and I did not feel tired (as I normally would) because I met my previous teachers and we had some small talk. Somehow, as we all talked and trailed along, my IB teacher extended the invitation to spend some time in the class.
On a side note: I am writing these because it was said that Einstein and other super smart people write their journal meticulously. Gosh, this is tiring. However, though “Memories are too precious to be forgotten” this is tiring. I’m hungry. But in this next semester, the subjects which I’ve selected are all of the arts/social science. I need to warm up the engine. Ahhhhhh! Thanks, quotes/sayings about writing.
The orientation class was enjoyable. A while ago, I overheard someone talking about the difference between first and second/third semester students. The latter have a sense of ownership – as in we act like the college is our home and we behave freely. However, the freshies’ restrict themselves more.
I hope I wasn’t annoying in that class. I didn’t know there’s a
Guangzhou Gwangju (6th largest city in South Korea) near the Southwest Coast of South Korea.
Ah, the sun has risen and is shooting down its rays on the left part of me.
I encounter sentence tense problems frequently.