Monday, Day 1:
Most of the classes are bearable so far since there's only like three modules to survive the day. Not bad. And I miss hanging around with the classmates. So happy to see them all again although I don't think this happiness will last long. But keep this up and don't be such a bitch or bastard and I believe we'll be fine.
Tuesday, Day 2:
Another bearable day since there's hardly any proper lesson to begin, just that buying the lecture notes totally killed my hands. Lugging it home in a crowded bus was worst.
Wednesday, Day 3:
Not much proper lesson so most of the time is a slack fest. Well, that is before Creative Writing but once I stepped into CW class, my beautiful day was marred severely. I did try not to be judgmental but I just can't help but say that about a little bit more than a quarter of the class are made up of plain weirdos. A weirdo who whispers at every shit required. A weirdo who snorts unnecessarily and the most fuckin' ridiculous of all, fart in a darn silent class and act as though the world doesn't fuckin' end. Alright, let's stop there before I get myself into more shit... CW was productive since I got to write some things which I'll share some soon but the after effects of a CW class is a blank mind. It's scary.
Thursday, Day 4:
Just as I had predicted it, it's the fuckin' most ridiculous and horrible day of the upcoming weeks. Long hours listening to lessons took a toll on me and it made me fell asleep for the first time ever in the lecture hall. All the lectures, save for SFM lectures, are as boring and dry as hell. An overload of information full of never-ending words being shoved into your head but once you step outside the lecture hall, everything is deleted from your head. I'm so screwed. And then, there's the everyday drama of your typical Poly life. To end the day as a whole, we found out that we're stuck with a tutor who mumbles with an accent at the speed of a dying turtle for FLSM but he left us early today since we want to escape the hustle bustle of the fire drills.
Friday, Day 5:
Probably the best day of the week because again, we made some arrangements with the tutor over some discreet things like how we did it on Thursday. These tutors are the best we can get for some of the modules this semester! I'm going to aim to ace these modules that they teach! Heh! Overall, it's the best day of the week in the timetable.
Alright. That's all for the overview of the first week of school. From now on, there'll probably be lesser posts here since I'm gonna go focus more on my studies :)
Most of the classes are bearable so far since there's only like three modules to survive the day. Not bad. And I miss hanging around with the classmates. So happy to see them all again although I don't think this happiness will last long. But keep this up and don't be such a bitch or bastard and I believe we'll be fine.
Tuesday, Day 2:
Another bearable day since there's hardly any proper lesson to begin, just that buying the lecture notes totally killed my hands. Lugging it home in a crowded bus was worst.
Wednesday, Day 3:
Not much proper lesson so most of the time is a slack fest. Well, that is before Creative Writing but once I stepped into CW class, my beautiful day was marred severely. I did try not to be judgmental but I just can't help but say that about a little bit more than a quarter of the class are made up of plain weirdos. A weirdo who whispers at every shit required. A weirdo who snorts unnecessarily and the most fuckin' ridiculous of all, fart in a darn silent class and act as though the world doesn't fuckin' end. Alright, let's stop there before I get myself into more shit... CW was productive since I got to write some things which I'll share some soon but the after effects of a CW class is a blank mind. It's scary.
Thursday, Day 4:
Just as I had predicted it, it's the fuckin' most ridiculous and horrible day of the upcoming weeks. Long hours listening to lessons took a toll on me and it made me fell asleep for the first time ever in the lecture hall. All the lectures, save for SFM lectures, are as boring and dry as hell. An overload of information full of never-ending words being shoved into your head but once you step outside the lecture hall, everything is deleted from your head. I'm so screwed. And then, there's the everyday drama of your typical Poly life. To end the day as a whole, we found out that we're stuck with a tutor who mumbles with an accent at the speed of a dying turtle for FLSM but he left us early today since we want to escape the hustle bustle of the fire drills.
Friday, Day 5:
Probably the best day of the week because again, we made some arrangements with the tutor over some discreet things like how we did it on Thursday. These tutors are the best we can get for some of the modules this semester! I'm going to aim to ace these modules that they teach! Heh! Overall, it's the best day of the week in the timetable.
Alright. That's all for the overview of the first week of school. From now on, there'll probably be lesser posts here since I'm gonna go focus more on my studies :)
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