And here we go...
It's back to school, once again. I can't say that I wasn't extremely anxious last Monday night, because I was. Very, very much so. As most of my friends already know, I shifted from BS Psychology to AB last semester--which means that, apart from having a different curriculum, I'd be having different blockmates as well. The idea made my stomach churn--at the time it seemed quite intimidating, yet it was also somewhat exciting. I was anticipating meeting some of the AB Psych people Storm knew from their Filipino classes together last year. I was on friendly terms with some of them, and they seemed like a happy group. The thought comforted me somewhat, because at least that meant that I would not be in a room full of strangers.
The start of the new school year also meant a new chance to be a better student--preferably, one with new school supplies. Heh. However, the mixture of the anxiety of making a good impression, planning the best way to obtain my desired grades and the excitement of meeting new people and seeing old friends again does not equate to a good night's sleep. I tried calming myself down, willing myself to doze off, but to no avail. I was still wide awake, and as tired as I was from thinking so much, my brain could not and would not shut down. I fell asleep eventually, but I was still tired the next morning. I always have trouble sleeping on the night before the first day of classes, but as to why, I have no clue.
Anyway, fast forward. It was an okay first day; my mom came with me to pay for my tuition fee, which was steep, as usual. I might be able to pay it off if I sell a few organs, though. The first day was a Tuesday, so thankfully, I didn't need to wake up at an ungodly hour just to make it to my first P.E. class. I did, however, end up attending the wrong Sociology and Anthropology class. Apparently, the profs switched class venues at the last minute, and as a result, many people got lost, and some (like myself) attended the wrong class. It was a tad embarrassing, because the fact that some people said that there was a change of venue should have set off warning bells already. Unfortunately, dense as I was, it took me until the end of class (when our prof had finally decided to check attendance) to realize that I wasn't supposed to be in the seat I had deemed mine at all. And so, after a talk with the SA department's secretary, I ended up with a class in the Bellarmine building, which unfortunately was the one building isolated from all the others for who knows what reason. Hayyz. Just my luck. Our Fil 14 prof's funny, though. I like him.
I don't quite remember anything else interesting happening for the rest of the first week, apart from the car ride to school which has lately been a nightmare owing to the fact that a certain street within U.P. Campus leading to Katipunan Avenue is under construction. Now, for a road that leads to three different schools, that can only mean traffic from hell, especially for one who has a P.E. class at 7 in the morning, twice a week. Can you say stressful? I'm afraid of overcutting with the number of days I'm bound to be tardy; but then again, I'm too lazy to get a load revision. And besides, I like my P.E., even if it does start unreasonably early. I'll just have to cope. Wish me luck?
Psych 101 has been an incredibly interesting subject so far, and I love it. I am now certain that I've made the right decision, entering Psychology. :D Theology scares me, but our prof seems like cool guy. He enjoys Mixed Martial Arts, dontcha know. He loves to fight. Ironic, ain't it? He knows how to make the lesson interesting, although the examples he uses are disturbing sometimes.
I'm still getting used to the fact that I have Bel classes everyday. Such long walks. Oy vey.
Wow, long entry is long, isn't it? Sorry about that. I haven't had a chance to vent in a while. And I should be getting to my homework now; I'm supposed to not procrastinate anymore, but apparently, it isn't working out like I had hoped. :|
Ciao!
The start of the new school year also meant a new chance to be a better student--preferably, one with new school supplies. Heh. However, the mixture of the anxiety of making a good impression, planning the best way to obtain my desired grades and the excitement of meeting new people and seeing old friends again does not equate to a good night's sleep. I tried calming myself down, willing myself to doze off, but to no avail. I was still wide awake, and as tired as I was from thinking so much, my brain could not and would not shut down. I fell asleep eventually, but I was still tired the next morning. I always have trouble sleeping on the night before the first day of classes, but as to why, I have no clue.
Anyway, fast forward. It was an okay first day; my mom came with me to pay for my tuition fee, which was steep, as usual. I might be able to pay it off if I sell a few organs, though. The first day was a Tuesday, so thankfully, I didn't need to wake up at an ungodly hour just to make it to my first P.E. class. I did, however, end up attending the wrong Sociology and Anthropology class. Apparently, the profs switched class venues at the last minute, and as a result, many people got lost, and some (like myself) attended the wrong class. It was a tad embarrassing, because the fact that some people said that there was a change of venue should have set off warning bells already. Unfortunately, dense as I was, it took me until the end of class (when our prof had finally decided to check attendance) to realize that I wasn't supposed to be in the seat I had deemed mine at all. And so, after a talk with the SA department's secretary, I ended up with a class in the Bellarmine building, which unfortunately was the one building isolated from all the others for who knows what reason. Hayyz. Just my luck. Our Fil 14 prof's funny, though. I like him.
I don't quite remember anything else interesting happening for the rest of the first week, apart from the car ride to school which has lately been a nightmare owing to the fact that a certain street within U.P. Campus leading to Katipunan Avenue is under construction. Now, for a road that leads to three different schools, that can only mean traffic from hell, especially for one who has a P.E. class at 7 in the morning, twice a week. Can you say stressful? I'm afraid of overcutting with the number of days I'm bound to be tardy; but then again, I'm too lazy to get a load revision. And besides, I like my P.E., even if it does start unreasonably early. I'll just have to cope. Wish me luck?
Psych 101 has been an incredibly interesting subject so far, and I love it. I am now certain that I've made the right decision, entering Psychology. :D Theology scares me, but our prof seems like cool guy. He enjoys Mixed Martial Arts, dontcha know. He loves to fight. Ironic, ain't it? He knows how to make the lesson interesting, although the examples he uses are disturbing sometimes.
I'm still getting used to the fact that I have Bel classes everyday. Such long walks. Oy vey.
Wow, long entry is long, isn't it? Sorry about that. I haven't had a chance to vent in a while. And I should be getting to my homework now; I'm supposed to not procrastinate anymore, but apparently, it isn't working out like I had hoped. :|
Ciao!