Settling In

I'm doing this :

When I'm supposed to be doing this right now :

And quite frankly, I enjoy doing what I'm doing presently, more than doing what I'm supposed to be doing. Haish. I'm being psychotic again. Yes, people. This is what college will do to you. Actually, this is what anything related to studying will do to you. Everything you're supposed to jot down is in your head, and right now what any college student would be worrying about are slide notes from lecturers, online tutorials, lab procedures, English essays, BUYING TEXTBOOKS. Yes, it's been two weeks now and we still haven't completed the easiest task of them all : buying textbooks. But if there are no textbooks, there are no tutorials right? WRONG. Fortunately (or unfortunately, idk, take your pick), slide notes from the lecturers always help when it comes to discussing the topic we need to discuss in tutorial sessions. But that means, we HAVE to study -.-

Blog, I know. I have slipped away for more than 2 weeks. But it's only because I was exhausted, since in orientation week, I was too busy doing useless things and cursing about how unhelpful those incredibly animated and extremely perky seniors were to us. Fine, if you must know, orientation week came and gone two weeks ago. I can't say I wasn't excited, because I was really ecstatic about it. I was eager to meet all the other foundation students, and maybe take a peek at the cute boys (there isn't any. After all, they're practically bookish nerds, sobs) and get to know my housemates and actually be able to live an independent life. I thought that the whole orientation week would be boring, but oh lookey, it wasn't boring at all. I mean, it was, but we couldn't do anything for ourselves. Our 'schedule' was packed the entire week. There were loads of lectures about the university, the college community and stuff.

Seriously, the lectures were NOT the worst part of the week.

The worst part of week, I mean really, the worst of the WORST were the retarded, childish games that we had to play. Most of the seniors who were called as 'PM' (pembimbing mahasiswa), are taking theatre and anything related to it. So, they weren't shy about dancing like gigantic idiots, or playing publicly humiliating games of various sorts. Heck, these guys are gonna be performers someday, but I can safely say, that they are dangerously LAME. I was already counting the hours of freedom in the first day. I could not wait for it to end, so all the seniors could go back to where they came from and do those stupid dances by themselves without forcing anyone else to do them -.- I mean, yes, if the dances were decent enough, I WOULD be enjoying my time while the orientation week was on. But no, they HAD to do weird dances that only 5-year-olds would enjoy. The 2-hours-per-day worth of sleep was NOT helping either! I was considering both the ungodly amount of sleep and the stupid dances as the number one mood killer of said week, but I guess BOTH took the cake. It was bad enough that we had to staple our eyes to keep from sleeping, they also bombarded us with foolish antics and babyish claps and cheers.

To summarise this up, orientation week was basically hell on earth. I didn't have fun, I was sleepy the whole week, the food generally SUCKED and I felt like I wanted to plan a detailed murder on every senior that became our PM. There was one night, after we played another ludicrous game of 'egg, chicken and dinosaur' when the seniors gathered us up and asked who played with their phones while engaged in the game, who didn't turn off the lights in their rooms and such. We were all quiet, because we knew if we messed with them, we're screwed. So after that, the PMs were like "Why are all of you being so ignorant of us? We're not hoping to get a lot of respect, but just enough to make us feel like it's worth it to do this for you guys. We forgot about sleeping and eating because we were too busy handling YOU." Like, hold on for just ONE minute. Seriously, I couldn't accept the fact that they were BLAMING us because they didn't get enough sleep and food. I mean, I never ASKED you to do this for us. I never WANTED any of you people to take care of us. Because FYI, I can take care of myself pretty well, thanks. The PMs just wanted to suck us all into their pity party. It was just really pathetic and funny actually. But I didn't care, we said our 'insincere' sorrys and went to bed, later than usual. Seriously, abusing our mere sleeping time for THAT? They should not be forgiven. But to be wise and fair, I never intend to get revenge. I slept like a freaking baby when I got home, so no harm done.

Such interesting stories were told and heard while that week went on. But I should bear in mind, that I still have one whole year to go through. One year's worth of stories and memories are enough to keep me alive throughout my living years.

How has your college life been? I'm sure you have plenty to tell :) and I'm sure my week was probably the worst, haha.