Before university, back in the good ol’ days, the first day of school was something I anticipated. Finally, I’d see everyone again! The end of bumming around and finally seeing everyone again would get me excited. Especially during high school, it seems like there was always somebody would always grow a head taller or whose face would now have facial hair.
University has changed that. After two measly weeks of “summer,” another semester commences. While everyone else is posting pictures on Facebook about their epic summer adventures, I can only offer a fake smile when explaining my current situation to my friends in the States. “Yeah, summer ended for me already.” Instead, what I have is six weeks of intense studying. Since I’m taking 1.5 credits this term, my weekly schedule consists of four daily two-hours classes and two two-hour classes. When university eased me into a pretty relaxing weekly routine, having everything this intense is a new change. Instead of a week, I now only have a day to finish forty-page readings. The midterm? Oh, it’s in two weeks. A research paper? Due in four weeks. Besides the obvious academic challenges, the social challenges are great too. It’s rare to run into someone you know wherever you go, and the absence of extracurriculars makes it even lonelier.
But on the bright side?
I’d like to think that summer school does not carry the connotation it had back in the days. Instead of taking it because of a failed class, I’m doing it for intellectual pursuit, lightening the workload for next year, and using time productively. That’s what I’m convincing myself with.
Trust me, it helps when your friends keep inconsiderately posting pictures of themselves on exotic beaches, and you’re reveling that you can Facebook stalk them in lecture since you have Wi-Fi access.