Saturday, September 3
One of my friends just asked me a very good question today:
"Belle, is this really you that I'm looking at now?"
Oh right. I think campus life really changes you. But I'm still me, just different because I'm starting to handle things in a different way. Back in good ole JC days, ask anyone, anyone, if Isabelle Tsan ever does her tutorials, and everyone will probably give you a straight no. And I have no qualms about not doing them. What's with doing all those when you can get straight, correct answers from the board?
Fine, not that I have been doing my work recently, but AT LEAST, I'm starting to worry. Right. Like worrying will help you score an A. (If they really do, I don't mind worrying every single day of my life in varsity. Tell me if that happens k?) Oh no, pressure piles up on my shoulders. Yada-yada, I'm an adult, I should think for myself, what I wanna do in future, I should study hard, get my first-class honours, yada-yada. Yeah. I think all those nagging's starting to seep into my brain. I'm getting brain-washed. What's with all those slacking back in JC days?
Oh ya, I've been mentioning the past. JC days. Secondary school days. I'm in varsity now, my dear. Think self-study, useless lecturers that make you fall asleep the moment they start talking, tutors with funny accents you can't really catch hold of what they are saying, and tons and tons of books you need to read up on. No more spoon-feeding (although tutorials still enthusiastically give out long-winded and off-the-point answers), no more nice teacher teaching style. Yucks.
You can't just bum around, my dear. Wake up your ideas, my friend. Argh. It's time to hit the books. Or maybe just for tonight.
Posted by Isabelle at 12:26 am