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Posts tagged “college

the end of a season

another semester draws to a close. as of today, 2 of my papers are out of the way. 2 more to go. i think there is a certain symmetry about that, a kind of balance. i like to define balance as a state of equilibrium more often aspired to than experienced. balance is boring.

having said that, i think these days i relish balance.

i was going to do a reflective piece on the semester, but i realised that i have nothing much to say about it. except maybe same shit, different day. forgive me for feeling a little cynical, but after a season of thrashing about in irrelevant muck, one certainly is licensed to feel a little frustrated. i think it is easy to lose sight of the bigger picture when there is mud in your eyes.

— mud but not tears. mud is bearable. it is cool and pleasant once you get past the unfamiliarity. besides, there is no occasion for tears. i think that inspite of it all, i am truly happy at this point. happy for a lot of reasons. you know what i am talking about if you do.

i must say, i think that i am very blessed. i embrace it all. good and bad. positive or negative. because to appreciate only parts would be a great sin. logic, as well as gestalt psychology, says that the whole is always greater than the sum of its constituent parts. bravo.

this thursday will mark the end my semester as well as the start of a new season. i consider it the start and not when the new semester actually begins because how you spend the pre-semester determines the state of the actual semester once it begins. there are a lot of loose ends for me to tie up, a lot of reflection to be done. of course i will not publish that here. being the vague writer that i am, you will just end up feeling frustrated anyways, with all the irrelevant muck in your eyes. besides, i only write conscious streams.

and it’s true — the devil is in the details. you know what i am talking about if you do.

the year-end period is always a good time to take stock and to reassess the direction of one’s life — because as the hectic locomotion of a year gone by winds down to a stop, we can all awake from our wakeful slumber.

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been feeling under the weather lately, largely thanks to late nights trying to finish up projects or studying for tests, bad canteen diet and a lack of exercise. it doesn’t help that the malicious little bug has been making its rounds.

i’m just glad that i have managed to finish all my papers for this semester. a little break before i get caught up in the madness of the exam period.

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of term papers and obscene terms

i have never been so stressed out over a 6-page paper my whole life. i am not exaggerating.

what do you get when you pair a guy who doesn’t feel like working with a half-finished assignment that is due tomorrow? you get a stressed out, sweating, swearing, skittering doofus who is rendered stupefied by the enormity of the task at hand and suddenly the proud owner of an obscene vocabulary that would make any sailor blush like a child of spring. ok, that was not a very good analogy but you get what i am trying to say.

i am visualising the path that my term paper has taken and will take. i just send it for printing, courtesy of amos. tomorrow he will pass the physical version to me, upon receipt of which i will staple the pieces together while uttering another profanity before handing it over to maria, the movie-screener. it will eventually find its way to the hands of the professor who will be assessing it. what a journey. what an experience.

speaking of professors, i just found out from weili that they have an obligation to write research papers in order to keep their positions. and i used to think there did it for fun! i think the life of academia suits only people who are sado masochistic. i mean, who in the world would want to write 10 000 word papers for the rest of his or her office bound life? it requires a certain flaw in character for someone to want to become a professor in my humble opinion.

if you are a professor and you are reading this, i hope you find this amusing. otherwise you can write a dissertation extolling the most high virtues of your esteemed vocation.

tomorrow i won’t speak like this. tomorrow will be better day.

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