Because everyone keeps asking and I think I haven't mentioned it to them (with the exception of Kenny who just refuses to admit his memory sucks), the modules I'm taking this sem are European Studies I, English Lit I, Philosophy I, Political Science I and Japanese Studies.
So far it's hard to say which module I 'like' the most/least. There's too many things to compare.
EU's kind of fun because it feels a lot like secondary school history (as far as I can remember; which is basically a long period of hazy golden mist with a big A looming out of the darkness in glittery splendour so uhh) but it seems utterly meaningless.
Lit is lit, a familiar derpy place. I'm rather irritated that I fucked up the recent midterm test (we haven't got it back yet but I have a bad feeling) by 1. forgetting to bring my (POETRY ANTHOLOGY i.e. unlike the novels, you have to refer to it because you didn't memorise all hundred over poems in there) text, and 2. overanswering the question ('comment on the structure' apparently means 'tell me what techniques are used in here and nothing else, even if it's a freaking scary university exam and you think they couldn't possibly tell you to identify techniques without analysing their effects because that's secondary school'). Also I gave back all the vocab I need to answer questions properly.
Philosophy just shoved me back into the first few weeks (ok, year and a half) of KI where I fluctuated between thinking my classmates were idiots, being totally lost because I hadn't done the readings and dozing off during classmates' speeches. (In other words I'm still not talking at all and am rather relieved that they only appear to grade you on attending the tutorials, though I wouldn't put it past them to euphemise 'attendance' to 'contribution'.)
And Pol. Science is more or less the most interesting and fresh one (the lecturer's hilarious and my tutorial class is seriously good) but I'm terrified because it's so competitive.
Finally there's Japanese. I usually write LAJ instead, because apparently they're iffy about calling it 'jap' and Japanese sounds like you haven't eaten anything with fiber in it for weeks and are literally full of shit.
It was a terrible choice to do LAJ in my first semester. The workload is, in terms of real school hours, precisely 1.75x a normal level 1k module, and in terms of preparation, about 5x that. There's at least 3 tests per week (vocab quizzes, lecture tests, oral interviews) and the entire tutorial's graded. Every single minute.
At first it was awful because I had no idea what the hell was going on and didn't know which books to study from. Recently it's been picking up slightly.
The tutorials are a source of constant entertainment. I only go to school 3 days a week, and there are 4 different LAJ periods, so I basically have a tutorial with different classmates every school day and a lecture on one of them. The sanity standard of my classmates drops as the week progresses.
Tuesday's the derpy class. I don't have anything to say about it, it's just a class.
I like my Wednesday tutorials the most. The sensei is hyper and adorable and has a sense of humour and my classmates are weirdly cute, the kind of people you'd actually expect to find in LAJ (there's one dude who wore a Vocaloid shirt to class the other day, which is the epitome of normalcy for me).
Friday is where the horror begins.
I swear the way life tries to lull me into defencelessness over the week is intentional, because every Friday I end the week trying not to scream over this one girl who's a weeaboo.
She's worn thigh-high socks and a pleated skirt to every single Friday tutorial so far. Also she tied her hair into twin ponytails the first two weeks, then sort of gave up. Her voice gets 2 octaves higher when she speaks Japanese and my skin crawls when I hear it. She pats whoever's sitting next to her on the back and simpers "it's okayy~" whenever they make a mistake or panic (which, because Japanese is annoying, is quite a lot of the time).
Last week I was on the verge of screaming and bashing a hole in the (plasterboard, anyway) wall with the back of my head whenever she spoke. I seriously considered it, then realised that when I think about it I can't really hear her any more because I'm too distracted by my own thoughts, then everything was alright because it's impossible for her to push me over the edge.
I guess I want to strangle her because I got halfway there but stopped. I wear pleated skirts with hobo long-sleeved shirts with holes in them, not j-high-school-girl-wannabe cardigans. Also, she's in university (I fail to understand how; then again, ditto for me). Why she wants to be in high school again misses me, truly, madly, deeply.
Yes, I am traumatised by this girl.
Other than all this, this semester I'll be trying for USP second intake and other random things undisclosed.
And it's time for bitter addictive coffee at Cat Socrates now.
Okay, make that right after I finish explaining the coffee addiction. One day after PS lecture on Wednesday I had a bout of twitchy hysterics (probably because I hadn't slept, but I decided it was because I hadn't eaten). I wobbled to the nearest eats (random cafe next to LT11) and ordered a cappucino.
It was the horriblest coffee ever.
The next day I woke up absolutely craving that awful cappucino to the point that I tried making instant coffee and picking all the pre-mixed sugar out.
The end.
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