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I’M OUT THE DOOR, I’M GONNA HIT THIS CITY!
Saturday, January 2, 2010

Orientation at HELP College was nowhere near as scary as I thought it would be. But then, nothing really ever goes the way you expect. (;

Here’s a Louise-byte: Lately I’ve been going around saying “ja” instead of “yeah”. And I don’t pronounce it “ya” either. I actually pronounce it as “zha”. I’m not entirely sure why I started doing this. All I know is that it’s addictive. And I sound like a retarded German.

I got pretty scared before the Orientation; I worried about fitting in, and what the new batch of schoolmates were going to be like. It’s only human. College is going to be the opposite of everything high school was – safe, structured, and mostly predictable. Everyone says things about hating routine and embracing everything wild and unpredictable. But let me tell you, it’s easier said than done.

After Orientation I got scared again, but this time because I felt overwhelmed. There’s going to be so much to do, see and most of all study. I have not decided on my subject combinations. I’m mostly certain that I’ll be taking Maths, Physics and Chemistry. As for the 4th subject, I put it down as English Lit. But I have equal amounts of people advising me against it and giving me the thumbs up. I have two weeks to figure out if I should keep that or drop it for Econs.

And I have to get at least one more pair of jeans because I only have the one pair that hasn’t been washed since early December. And I have dragged it around with me on the class trip, Penang etc. Today I just found out that for lab sessions, I not only have to wear a lab coat, I also have to tie up my hair, wear covered shoes and wear long trousers. Then when I went to sign up for my driving lessons, I found out that I have to wear long trousers to that as well.

It looks like my jeans aren’t going to be washed till Chinese New Year!

And it looks like with the hectic class schedule and all the LAN subjects PLUS piano and volunteer work, most of my supposedly free-and-easy first semester is going to go down the drain.

WAHHH D:

But after talking to a certain friend, I’m feeling better. More than that, I’m feeling hopeful. He said that I should actually be feeling excited. And that reminded me that I was spending too much time worrying about things that really, I had no control over, and that I’d forgotten to enjoy the moment. You know who you are, and thank you. (:

I am NOT going to worry about my subjects, because I know I will make the right choices; and I am NOT going to stress out over impressions I leave on other people. But I AM going to give my 110% in all my subjects and for my piano exam as well. I WILL try new things and experiences. I WILL surprise myself, and I promise to make myself proud, many times over!

I promise that in the years to come, I will not look back on the 1.5 years in college with regret. I promise to soak up all the new experiences and feelings and emotions that are the part and parcel of youth.

Somebody please turn me into a giant sponge!

2010_karishma

Ja. :D