Semester Two...Bring It.

So ends what may be called exceptionally long holidays. I took the bus to uni with my head held high, my eyes bright and back straight on Monday, the 20th of July. As the university loomed closer before my very eyes, my posture gradually shrunk away in a curve, my neck loosened and my head bowed. I walked out of the bus towards the university, dejected. Almost defeated.
The force was almost too much to bear with, and I shivered, even as I inched ever closer to the formidable buildings. Yet, as I got closer, relief - that wonderful sense of comfort grew with each step. For it was not the very institution that intimidated me you see, but the rain, the thunder and the gale force winds that attacked me as soon as I stepped off the bus.

UWA could not have picked a better day to begin semester 2.

The extract above is somewhat inaccurate, although for descriptive purposes, it looks much better that way. As luck would have it, I was pelted with rain not as I got to uni, but rather almost as soon as I stepped out of the house.

It's been three days since I've headed back to uni, and I can truthfully say that each day has been as torturous as the other. My pants have been drenched for three days, my shoes are no longer fully up to task and my umbrella has been getting quite a work out. I now keep it in my hand as a permanant accessory. Quite the latest thing. Everyone has one nowadays. Just can't live without it. ;)

Meanwhile, I'm glad to be back at uni.
In two lessons, I honestly believe I've learnt and understood more than I ever did in six months worth of lessons at Saints (sorry sir) so I have a weird and sudden sense of hope that accounting might not be a horrific as I once thought it would be. I just have to...keep studying it I suppose.
Statistics looks rather dodgy. There are two lecturers, one indian and one caucasian. The caucasian one seems to be alright. The indian one seems to be technologically illiterate and has a very funky accent. Ultimately, I think I prefer the caucasian.
Debating communications looks very difficult already. Fun, but challenging. Of course, it's only challenging since we have to use a computer. But I look forward to an entire semester with this unit, and already attempting to get my work placement in Singapore. ;)
Asian Modernities looks set to surprise us all once again. This is a pretty sleepy sort of unit, if not for the amazing lecturer who actually knows how to teach.

So bring on the days. I swear I'll get through all of them this time. :)

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Insanity Strikes

That would so be the story of my life right now.

It's hard to believe that I have another two weeks left of holidays before I have to go back and endure all the pain and stress and excitement of uni again.

It's a very depressing thought, I've grown very accustomed to sitting around, reading, playing my music and doing absolutely nothing.

Then there were the exam results. Such a major let down. I was okay with everything. Everything!
Except...the micro marks.
The one I studies for the hardest.
The one Commerce exam I thought I had a handle on.

I failed it.

And I'm not sure if I'm actually coping with it all that well. No test or exam has ever gotten the better of me.

Until now.

Unlike high school, you can't amend it with other marks. You can't just leave it and say 'well, I didn't need it anyway, since I have back ups'.

I don't have any back ups for the one subject that probably made my life hell through the first semester.

Don't get me wrong, I love uni and still do. It maintains my level of stress so that I have just enough to worry about to survive. But Microeconomics is the only thing that has taken so much energy out of me and given me the final let down at the end.

Not to mention, I'm genuinely afraid of the parental reactions. Seeing as my parents are actually paying my uni fees. I have no idea how I will reveal it as quickly and painlessly as possible. To me at least.

That's more or less my educational and mental hell right there.

Then there's the complete and utter boredom of the holidays.
I actually have no idea how anybody is able to deal with this...nothingness for days on ends.
I know it's good to have this break at times. But most days, waking up is just such a pain because I know that there's nothing waiting to face me for the coming day.

I think the lack of stress actually scares me. In a very weird way.

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