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My mother and I had a tiff last Monday morning just because it's 2:30 am and I’m still awake. Well, kill me. I’m about to start training, who the fuck wouldn’t be anxious? She HAS to cut me some slack!
Anyhow, you know those first-day anxieties? Like, what if they don’t like me, what if I get to belong with the geeks and not with the cool ones kind of worries? Well, I did mind it somewhat, but I ended up just keeping quiet. I later on learned from somebody that they actually thought I was mataray. I smiled, then remembered that same impression my block mates had when we were in first year. We all came to warming up to one another sooner or later; mine just lasted longer because I was with the “bad guys” back then: the smoking/drinking people who were, btw, not even able to come around to 3rd year. The only ones who did went to the other Journalism course and got straight.
So I thought, darn it, if I don’t want to talk, then I won’t talk. They’re bound to know me sooner or later, and if they don’t like things, then not my fault. Too bad though that we weren’t allowed to bring reading materials and other stuff, so I had to slowly die of ennui. Things get better though during the yosi breaks. We get to socialize. Harhar. Socialize my ass.
Anyhow, you know those first-day anxieties? Like, what if they don’t like me, what if I get to belong with the geeks and not with the cool ones kind of worries? Well, I did mind it somewhat, but I ended up just keeping quiet. I later on learned from somebody that they actually thought I was mataray. I smiled, then remembered that same impression my block mates had when we were in first year. We all came to warming up to one another sooner or later; mine just lasted longer because I was with the “bad guys” back then: the smoking/drinking people who were, btw, not even able to come around to 3rd year. The only ones who did went to the other Journalism course and got straight.
So I thought, darn it, if I don’t want to talk, then I won’t talk. They’re bound to know me sooner or later, and if they don’t like things, then not my fault. Too bad though that we weren’t allowed to bring reading materials and other stuff, so I had to slowly die of ennui. Things get better though during the yosi breaks. We get to socialize. Harhar. Socialize my ass.