Grateful.
Life has been quite a twisted journey lately. On the weekdays, I’m usually gasping for air, trying to keep my head above all the school work, UK trip preparation, and reminding myself of my other duties. I come home exhausted almost every day, and the only thing I want to do is just sit down in front of my laptop to watch Big Bang Theory (crap, it’s making me more nerdy than I already am). Even in the shower, I would still be thinking of one of the many things I need to think about.
While that sounds a little morbid, I’m happy to report that my weekends are… well, happy. This weekend was spent at the Night Festival for two nights in a row—not really as cool as last year, though—but at least I had good friends with me. Last night I went with my classmates and we actually sort of discussed some of the exhibitions like artsy people, and just now I went with my cellgroup mates and while we didn’t have any sort of intellectual discussion, we laughed throughout the night.
I do think that my classmates are settling in nicely in our new environment. I drop by the other class a lot, since they are around a lot, and I tried a NERF gun and shot another girl in the face in my first try. Can you tell that I feel no slightest bit of remorse? :p
But one thing for sure. In BA, the experience is totally different from your Diploma years, and you’ll find out immediately from day one. And I can assure you it is a much better experience. I’m surrounded by people from different walks of life, different views and artistic styles, and I’m looking forward to some interesting discussions to take place. I also feel one hundred times more challenged in this course, and for once, I feel that my work matters. At least for me. This time, there’s no room for half-hearted ideas and second-grade work. No more shortcuts. I need to really trust myself with the responsibility of producing my best work yet.
Now, it’s 1.46 AM and I need to get some sleep, but for the record I am writing this down for myself (since I bet nobody else reads this). I believe that remembering the good times is a good antidote to the not-so-good times. So later, when I am feeling a little down and out, I’d be thanking myself for writing this quick post. At least I’ll know that the rain ain’t gonna stay forever.
