Most of our grades are out in the university's computerized registration system (hoo-ray to innovation) and right now I'm in the midst of being uncharacteristically religious because the grades for Math haven't been released yet. After leaving me slightly traumatized last semester, the subject chooses to induce paranoia in this agitated time interval.
Where is the justice in that?
I don't want to blather on about my grades which, aside from being a complete disappointment (exaggeration always makes me feel better), are causing me to binge on sodium-packed lumps of carbohydrate and large amounts of sugar. I don't want to be unhealthy at the very least. My family has been plagued by diabetes for a long time now (although I don't think it's long enough to be considered "history")
On a more positive note, the whole college experience has been happy. (I got to attend a sem-ender party organized by one of the orgs I joined and it was a great way to, well, end the semester.) I have some of my high school friends with me in the university so the culture shock blows have been less demeaning. I've met a lot of interesting people, really, but I'm still looking for a new friend who actually knows Zafra-- aside from my Communication studies professor.
One more thing: I have to thank the upperclassmen for being so nice. I don't think I couldn't have gone through four months without their acquired "wisdom."
What do I do now that I'm done with four months of dragging myself to school?
I have no concrete plans for the sem break, counting out the planned visit to my high school this Friday and the Chem Camp scheduled next week. For the remaining days, I'll probably troll around the house, reading Othello and trying to digest his tragic clamors against racism.
Wednesday, 19 October 2011
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