Surely, I was not the most excited student to enter her first class in 2011. I actually had to feign excitement as I assumed the good vibes will come to a desirable result, but unfortunately my hopes were slaughtered so violently right before me. My pre-enrollment list consisted of 9.0 units, exlusive of (2.0) non-academic, and when I had the chance to adjust my schedule, none of my plans was followed because I painfully encountered closed sections. The line was horribly long and I can hear the heavy sighs of impatient students behind me, so I panicked and had to 'shotgun' my schedule just like how it is on objective multiple choice exams. Soooo, the result of my enrollment assessment form was a *drumroll* moment. And yes, it's an abstract art scraped by murderous hens. 4-hour breaks? Night classes? I say goodbye to JP and I's afternoon bondings, and nothing makes me sadder than that. Movie marathons in the morning are also weird (as I wait for my afternoon classes). It takes time to adjust since I haven't had such miserable schedule in what felt like ages. Then other things start going roughly. It makes me think like I've alloted so much hope into a new year, and a new decade, then 2011 screams back "Sorry to burst your bubble."
Lesson learned: Forward chain messages that say "Forward this to 15 people, or you will be unhappy for the first three months of 2011" --and my term schedule is good for three months. Pure coincidence or did my friend really cast a spell on that message? Nah. Miserable life ahead, and I'm on it. Let's just say I could be bitchier than life.
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