The Uni Bliss

Half the semester's gone by and I'm still crawling in it's dust. Where is time rushing to so fast? Is there a train to catch? Is there a game on he's rushing off to see?
How selfish that he doesn't bother waiting for anyone else.

Special Relativity in Under 15 Minuteshttp://www.btinternet.com/~j.doyle/SR/sr2.htm

I thought high school was fast....but as it turns out, university time seems to run a little faster than the rest of the world. I remember reading someone's tweet, "Notice how Monday is so far from the weekend and the weekend is so close to Monday?"

With time flying and the end of the semester (seemingly so far away) is creeping not around but close to the corner, I've been trying to juggle the amount of assignments thrown our way from my different courses.
I'm pretty proud that I haven't keeled over yet and that my friends and I are "coping."

The routine remains the same. Wake up early. Get dressed. Breakfast. Uni.

Well, I guess it doesn't usually work out that way.

Waking up early depends on the time of class. Unfortunately, with my life somehow a magnet for the worst that luck has to offer, I'm slotted for an 8am class both on Monday and Friday. With my mobile phone, the assistant to the internet which is the central and a control panel of organisation in my life, I set up alarm schedules  and calender appointments so that I can remember things.

At 4.55am, the shrill call of my mobile phone jars half the neighbourhood awake but for some reason can't penetrate the shield of sleep my sisters have themselves incased in. Ofcourse because the phone is usually right by my ear, I'm deaf half the morning because the alarm goes off more than once.

No one bothers with the 4.55am, because that's just the first siege at the impenetrable shield of sleep. It scratches the surface a little and will rouse a series of tossing and turning from members of the family.

Then, we have the 5.00am alarm, which is just 5 minutes following, that manages to dent the shield of sleep. For me, my ear's ringing as loudly as the alarm and so the third alarm takes over. My voice.

A few encouraging words to get out of bed and a few threats after, the house is up and running.

This routine excludes my father and baby brother. They have some kind of bio-clock that sets them to awaken at an ungodly hour in the morning.

Breakfast is almost always a nada. I'm pretty sure no one in my 8am class has breakfast regularly every monday morning. It is an impossible feat. I am not sure if such demi-gods exist in my class. Unfortunately, I'm just the average human who marches into the university compound with a bag of maccas in my hand.

On the other hand, when money is a little tight, a nice carton of pineapple juice and a cookie will do.

I'm usually first to arrive but now and then we have those super-beings that deny the gravitational power of sleep, sitting around the classroom. It's an amazing spectacle and I have to stop and wonder for a second about how these people live, before continuing on.

Lectures last for two hours, and ofcourse it seems to be lengthier on Mondays than it is on Fridays. Monday manages  to turn everything into a drag. Even buying food. Even eating food. Come on mouth why aren't you chewing faster? Why isn't this food disappearing quickly enough?

It sucks out the joy out of life. Evil Mondays.

Now ofcourse there's always that element of any institution, organization and groups of human beings that make things a little bit interesting....
Drama.

Drama in university would rival the tv shows that seem to kill off your brain cells every minute you watch. Whether or not you're involved, you know every bit of detail on what's going on.

The catalysts for these ofcourse would include facebook and twitter. Know, that no one is safe. Every word spoken and whispered is broadcasted. There ARE no secrets.

That actually makes a pretty good tag line for a tv show.

Anyway, recently we've been amassed with drama. Of what nature, of who is involved and what it is about, unfortunately I can't speak off.

The inner politics of class, and class organizations are entertaining...that much, I can say.

I also found out my high school teacher is teaching one of my courses.....awkward.

University curriculum strains and fragments our brains into little pieces so that we have to keep running around to collect them into our woven basket. I've been so engrossed in university, I've neglected much of my social life.

Social life here is referring to the novels that I have to drag reading and the tv shows I managed to access on youtube.

High school students are out on holiday at the moment but things in uni are as hectic as ever. I look towards these high schoolers with envy.

I think it's safe to say, I have actually settled into uni. To say otherwise would mean I'm absolutely hopeless, seeing as I've been here two years.

The "uni bliss" isn't all that it's cracked up to be. Then again, most things in life aren't what we expect it to be.

As meaningless as this blog post was, I thought I'd put something up since I haven't updated in a while.

Yes, I am alive. The university has not eaten me up.

Until the next time, have a good week.