TEN WEEK MARK

i used to liken the Process of waking up for class to preparing to go into battle.

i hated peeling the covers off and extracting myself from the cocoon of warmth i'd been so happily buried in for the last n hours or so of blissful sleep. but sigh, thus is an average morning in the life of the average university student, with the exception of a few people that i know and love! :p

and then after this tedious process (also, let's not forget the infamous snooze button), i have to shuffle to the bathroom, peel off my clothes, and stand shivering in the freezing cold (i am cheap and i refuse to turn on my heater unless i'm still freezing even with my blanket wrapped around me) for a couple of minutes till the water in the shower finally turns hot (why, thank you, UniLodge, for your efficiency /sarcasm). i then gratefully step inside and literally space out for a while.

however, in recent times, i don't think it's too bad. i still hate The Process, but going to uni here makes me feel good, even though i still kind of zone out involuntarily during lectures and occasionally, tutorials (oh God, have you been to a Modern Asia tutorial led by one boring mr huang?). sure, i don't have any friends in class (yet), and sure, they still stare at me weird when i speak up in a different accent (apparently, i have been told i sound American), but i'm okay with it now. no more moping. i'm just going to keep my head high, be nice, be myself, and soon things will turn around for me :)