Friday, April 11, 2008

//End-of-Sem//

Whoa.
It's the end of another semester.
Which means year 1 has (almost) ended.
That is.
If I managed to scrape through the exams in the next three weeks.

For this going-to-end semester, I mostly planned the timetable myself (with Liqing too)

#Lab Mondays#

The most interesting thing about doing lab experiments is that we go to different labs each week to do different stuff.
The worst: a 10-page lab report in 2 weeks
Need I say more?

#Mac Tuesdays#

The only day I can wake up at 8am, the latest among everybody in the house.
The only day I have a luxurious 2-hr lunch break.
I'll grab some food before maths tutorial (which I absolutely detest the tutor)
And have MacDonald's (under peer pressure from yb and lq)
I think I only eat and crap on those days.

#Panic-over-computing Wednesdays#

Firstly, I fear being late for the class (which I have a tendency to)
Secondly, I go frantic over how much I don't know about computing.
Not to mention that after I complied the program, the number of errors-to-be-corrected totally freaks me out.
Thirdly, the mad rush from South spine to get to the PHYSICS tutorial at the North spine is enough to make anyone breathless and lose concentration during PHYSICS.

#Evil Thursdays#

It's the most EVIL day of the week. (imagine us nearly-got-struck by lightning)
After being brain-drained by vi's loved professor Talia, there is no way anyone could still function like a normal human being.
That is when I threaten to shoot down all the birds at Hall2 while Vi professes her love for Talia to bushes and trees.
We simply suffer from laughing disorders- getting tickled by the most innocent thing we see. (namely bushes, trees, flowers, birds and Einstein)
Did I say we saw Einstein?
Yea, that's how evil it gets.

#Slack Fridays#

The day ends at 12.30, which is no surprise why it's my favourite day of the week.
Except when there is Chem test.
I'll just die of stress when I see many people get nine or ten marks (out of ten) while I could only manage a pathetic seven.


Anyway, life gets pretty mudane and routinal after some time.
For this sem, at least.
For every week, there's the same timetable, same classes, same classmates, same tutors, same route to class.

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