i’m fully aware i haven’t been updating the least bit about Uni life ever since i’ve ventured into it.
well there’s one reason for that: it just isn’t well, blog-worthy.
nonetheless, i shall make a feeble attempt to summarise the past month.
1. me, the clueless chick, takes three level 2 modules, one level 1 module and even one level 3 module in my very first semester. do note, most year 1s take start out with five level 1 modules. to put matters simply, what’s believed is that:
level 1 modules: idiot-proof
level 2 modules: might need abit of brain work
level 3 modules: you need to stop gaming in lectures and concentrate
level 4 modules: ho sey liao.
the reason for my cluelessness is due to my shaved off modules. yes, i get to graduate one semester early since i get to skip five modules. (hah, take that you JC-ers!)
so i was thinking gleefully to myself, since i get to skip the modules, i might as well take some of the harder modules first.
ambitious, i am.
turns out, hey, it wasn’t such a bad choice afterall, because quite honestly, the level 2 and 3 modules aren’t all that hard.
i suppose it’s the fear of venturing out of the norm that keeps the students tied to their "year 1, level 1 modules" mentality. yes, i’m talking about the JC peeps here.
i’m not being biased! 90% of them come from JCs anyway, so even if i were to randomly throw a poisoned dart around, the possibility of it hitting a kiasi JC student in the temple is relatively high.
but i digress.
so anyway, when some of the yr 2s and 3s in my level 2 and 3 modules knew i was the only freshman in class, they kept making funny eyes at me, with some going rather sarcastically, "wah, you very brave ah, i applaud your courage."
i would very much like to make them eat their sarcasm when i get my grades but i’ll have to wait till the end of the semester to do that, provided i do score well. -coughs-
2. more evidence to showcase the kiasi-ness of the JC peeps.
in one of my level 2 modules, my group mates were begging the facilitator to allow them a change in presentation time slots, because according to them, "this week i already have another presentation. the following week after that, i have a test. i’ll be very stressed!" -insert so-worried-i’m-about-to-cry look-
uhhh huh.
there’s a term known as "multi-tasking" in case you haven’t heard. besides, when you go out into the working world, what makes you think your boss gives a flying fuck if you have 3 presentations to make in a week?
once again, i am assuming they are JC peeps because like what i mentioned earlier, 90% of the people here are from there. besides, the people from JCs generally look less cool. -flips hair-
3. the people in Uni take their studies very seriously.
or at least that’s what i can tell from my observations made in lectures.
they’re all hunched over their desks copying notes furiously. even those with their laptops open, they’re either typing intently on their powerpoint decks, or on Word. imagine, no Facebook, no Twittering, no blogs, no MSN.
sounds impossible isn’t it?
do note, in the one and a half month since i’ve started school, i’ve only noticed one, ONE, 1! student surfing ASOS during a lecture, and she wasn’t even a local student. she was from the exchange programme.
i must applaud her for her good taste though, the clothes she was bio-ing were all quite chio.
so while i was intially rather disturbed by this strange phenomenon, wondering if the problem lied with me instead, (why do i get this strange urge to constantly sms! read magazines! tweet! not concentrate!) i have now came to realize that just because you appear dilligent during lectures, this does not necessarily show in the quality of your brain.
why so? two main points:
the first, these students, they seem to be under a hypnotic trance once the lecturer starts speaking. in fact, i believe their personal mantra is "NO MATTER WHAT THE LECTURER SAYS, WHETHER IMPORTANT OR NOT, JUST COPY."
so even when the prof says something irrelevant, or unimportant, they’re still conscientiously scribbling away.
they often serve as a form of amusement for me when i get bored during lectures, so i’m not complaining.
second, when it comes to tutorials, you see the same students from above answering questions and sounding not-quite-so-smart.
and when the facilitator questions their reply, this dumbfounded look washes across their faces, following which they’ll extract their lecture notes from their hello kitty files and start frantically flipping through them.
their reactions are quite priceless, and too serve as a form of amusement for me when i get bored during tutorials, so i’m also not complaining.
but anyway, the point of point number 3 is to tell you that hey, i’m actually the normal one out there. -nods-
4. to date, i have yet to find a clubbing khaki in the form of Uni mates.
these people chiong home after classes, chiong to the nearby table during a break and chiong to print notes. how to be party animal when you’re a chao mugger?! 
5. i’m still a lost child and bloody lazy bum when it comes to public transport.
every morning, i take the train to clementi station, afterwhich i cab it to school. not because i’m late, but because i still haven’t quite figured out where and which bus i should board in order to make my way to the arts faculty.
so just in case i do get lost and arrive late for classes, i should play it safe and take a cab instead, hor?
and that, is the thought process that goes through my head every single morning as i make my way to the taxi stand.
6. my exams are in two weeks.
and i’m surprisingly calm.
maybe it’s cause the midterms only happen for two modules, and these are the relatively easier modules. so i should be able to do okay for them.
i think. -blinks-
7. i am now a readhead.
er, yea.
not that this point has anything to do with Uni, but i sincerely believe by morphing into a redhead, my sex appeal has increased tenfolds.
just saying! 
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