where is the milk?
Pretty much stuck at Rothenberg's poetry, the two poems we are supposed to prepare for tomorrow's tutorial class seems rather insipid. I suspect it is talking about migration to New York, but other than that, I really cannot make any much sense out of it.
Had an hour of conversation with Dr. Gwee in the IVLE chat room last evening. Was relating to him about my majoring problems basically. I'm still a little confused, drifting, but I am majoring in Literature. I just hope Mum and Dad take the news well.
Started tuition with two students last evening. Rich indonesian kids, but seem to lack any sense of life. Really. I wish they can not speak in a monotonous tone all the time. It feels hellish.
Did well for my french test. It's the first French test where I've actually scored way above my usual 'barely passing' marks.
I need milk.
Had an hour of conversation with Dr. Gwee in the IVLE chat room last evening. Was relating to him about my majoring problems basically. I'm still a little confused, drifting, but I am majoring in Literature. I just hope Mum and Dad take the news well.
Started tuition with two students last evening. Rich indonesian kids, but seem to lack any sense of life. Really. I wish they can not speak in a monotonous tone all the time. It feels hellish.
Did well for my french test. It's the first French test where I've actually scored way above my usual 'barely passing' marks.
I need milk.