Welcome to Our Green Campus! Tuesday, June 30 |
This afternoon as I was on my way to the admin building to settle on flight ticket matters, I bumped into the freshies on their way to the Dewan Besar, most probably for the oath-taking ceremony; judging them based on the attire they're in.
It sort of winded me back to five years ago when I was in that very same attire – a naiveté yet confused a person – with the next four years ahead of it filled with colors of all sorts - - the tears, fears, the late night stay ups of assignments, hanging around Golok, the bonds of friendship that flourished.. The joys of the undergraduate world..
I was telling myself, if these adik-adiks don't screw themselves up, not taking the wrong steps, it could possibly be the best years of their life.
How I envy them. I am positive that I did sniff a tear during the traffic! He he --
Postgraduate is a different world. I've had a taste of it for a couple of weeks last January, and will soon be eating nothing but it for the next five – six years to come. I can't say it was fun. Far from easy.
It can be one of the most lonely and miserable years of your life – with no friends like those to be found during undergrad, but I have sworn to make it the most productive years of my life, at least, if not the most enjoyable. Despite issues of me embarking into a doctoral degree at such inappropriate enough an age, I will make sure that I make full use of my time and grow academically mature. That's a surety.
Actually this is just me, self-talking to ease myself a bit because I do miss the undergrad world, and I do miss my friends, and every time I walk along the Golok shops, only God knows how I feel in the inside because it feels like only yesterday I was laughing about with them at the Kedai Milo and after class Wawasan or Magna or IT4U sessions; not to mention the infinite trips to Kedai Kunci. I can picture them walking about the Golok alleys but hey, they're everywhere around the country now, but UPM.
Well hey, enough of the visit down memory lane, tomorrow hubby's going to sit for what seemed like a life-time's revision for the sadistically brutal GRE exam. (Or rather, the people who created it must be sadists, so says the Dummies book). I just hope that he'll survive it through. It is common knowledge to GRE takers that one will come to a point where you just can't digest anything anymore and all that matters in the end isn't the grade, but the fact that you actually survived without being psychologically damaged and most importantly, you have the guts to take the exam at the first place. (The issue is most people don't). I think he's studied enough, and whatever score he receives tomorrow, I am never prouder (because I've never seen him study this hard before hee hee heee--).
Okay, I guess I better wake him up as being told to (so I can go to sleep).
Ps: Sorry about your sarong..it's just so irresistible!
