Nightmares

Last night I dreamt that one of my lecturers cornered me in the hallway because I didn’t submit his assignment. He also made me cry. :O

On being a champion

You remember how when you were young and you could finish a math problem before everyone else in the class? You remember the feeling you got when the teacher gave you a star and a smiley face when you took your notebook to her? When the people who got it wrong came to you to ask how you managed to solve the question? When you explained your answer to them politely while thinking aye-haye-isko-to-itna-bhi-nahi-aata to yourself? When doing that small stupid addition problem made you feel like you had the world at your feet? Do you remember that feeling?

I had the same feeling again, today.

I hereby declare myself the champion of soldering.

Week One: Fried Brain

After trying to get things back in order during week zero, I was looking forward to school starting asap. First week is always fun. Everyone is back from home, fresh and ready for the semester. The air is filled with the usual gossip about who lost weight and who didn’t, who went places and who chilled at home. Everyone has gotten their sleep, and everyone is talking about partying.

Everything is ‘the usual’. The usual people, the usual chaos, the usual lazyness and the usual excitement to see everyone again. The usual ‘catching up’ lunches and dinners, the usual who-changed-hair-style discussions. The usual happy faces. The usual freshmen and the usual seniors on the prowl for freshmen. Good days, sigh.

In the midst of ‘the usual’ things happening, I stagger into the lecture theatre with tired, sleep-deprived eyes. My friends think I need therapy. But when you wake up at 4am to work on a proposal, reach office at 9, go for a project briefing at 10, try to figure out the fourth groupmate for the 6 credit project course, get back for a meeting at 12, grab a quick bite at 1, rush to the post office at 2, fix up a dance rehearsal for 6 pm, and come back to office to a brand new email that says ‘meeting at 9 pm today’, there’s no way you can react. Because your brain is fried.

Different, completely different

In my University, there’s always a clash between the Arts students and the Engineering students. While engineers believe that everyone thinks the same, the arts people refuse to believe it. I was one of those who used to believe in the same-thoughts philosophy. But 2 years and 4 Arts modules later, I have realized that Arts and Engineering students have completely different wavelengths.

We had a presentation for one of my arts modules, and we let my groupmate, who is from Arts do all the talking. That is because I could not understand a word of what he had written in the report. (Yes, we insisted that he write it, since he got an A+ for all his previous ones and we were REALLY greedy for grades). So, everything went well. And most people couldn’t understand his excellent, shakespeare-challenging english, so that kept us away from tormenting questions from the floor.

After the class, one of my friends congratulated me for coming up with something so nice. “Wow, you guys really did well. I lost you halfway, but that doesn’t matter. Man! I wish I had a vocabulary like yours!”, she said.

“Tch”, I replied “Dear, just like you, the longest word that I can use in a normal daily conversation, is ‘Microprocessor’.” She gave me an understanding look. And we walked to our next class.

*Sigh*