Sunday, September 03, 2006  12:42 AM
Welcome to my life
School school school. The monotonous cycle is into fifth week and I hate the emotional highs and lows it brings when Mondays roll by too quickly and Thursday nights seem light years away.
I feel so pressured - everyone in my course is so competitive about every single thing. It's crazy and it's making me become one of those people that I think I'm going crazy too and I'm about to burst thinking of the amount of work I have next week. Yet I still manage to fall asleep during Detenber's 8.30am lectures. Tests are slowly looming ahead, graded assignments, designed resumes which I can picture in my head but have no idea how to put into action, Singapore Idol articles...
Which reminds me, I'm now on Hedwig's 'I-know-who-you-are' honour roll.
I've been doing a perfectly good job at keeping myself as low-profile as I possibly can in her class. Sitting in the middle row, nodding my head attentively during her class and smiling at the right moments like in a script - so I blend in like everyone else. Until I walk into class on Thursday and the first thing she says is my name. It's like the call of death. Your heart practically stops and your mind races for something clever to say.
Stupid INSTEP application. Turns out that she knows me because she gets to recommend students to go for the exchange programme. She tells me she will never forget me because I wrote that I liked the smell of petrol on my attendance card. And darn Kate Spade. Indeed, we launched into a surreal five-minute conversation about Kate Spade with her gushing over the shops in New York, but I believe she does think I'm a fluff student inside.
I predict more frightening days to come now that she calls out my name in a singsong manner with unnerving familiarity.
And welcome to the real world. I just found out that I'm either seen as stuck-up in CS, if not, a nice person who's too nice till I'm fake. Stuck-up. I don't know whether to laugh or to cry.
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