2002-05-09 - 07:27 a.m.
Wow. It's been three days since I last updated. It's probably the longest I've gone by far. Funny that I didn't even notice it go by. These past few days have been cra-zy, I tell ya.
Yesterday, I was in the Math library by 1p and stayed there til about 10:30p. No, I wasn't done studying. I just went home to shower and off I went again to the SERC Reading Room that stays open til 2a. I was there with Pat, and his friends, Eric, Natalia and Vivek. They're all nice and friendly people but I didn't particularly feel too "smart" studying with them, being that they were studying for Engineering and my exam was only for humble Psychology.
Funny too the way I was asked, "Oh, you're a psych major?", with a bit of an intonation on the 'psych", as if belittling it. And when I said "No, Comp. Sci. actually", I got an approving nod, as if I'm worthy enough to join the crew.
But whatever, they're nice people and that's all that matters. I like them a lot actually. I'm just being stupid by picking at such picayunish details.
So anyway, when 2a rolled around, the Reading Room was closing so we had to move. Like nomads, we walked to ARC, a building that's open for 24 hours and studied at a lecture hall there.
By around 5a, I was honestly ready to drop out of school and just go to SLEEP. Just give it all up, you know. However, the psych book that I was reading, seemed to have given me a nudge right at that moment for it coincidentally informed me about the following fact:
People who can delay their gratification are proven to be more intelligent and come out better in life than those who settle for an instant one.
Having read that, I was determined to show that conniving little Psych book of mine that I myself could delay my gratification, hence prove to IT and myself that I am intelligent, indeed.
And so I stuck it out and read some more. Around 7:30a, I went straight to my exam venue, found a seat, bit my nails, did some meditation that I learned from yoga and waited for 9 o' clock to come.
I looked around me as I was sitting there. So many random thoughts went into my head. I noticed that so many girls have peroxide-abused hairs. I kinda felt bad for the hair coz they seemed so dried out and damaged. Broom-material, I said. Then I looked at the guys and noticed that most of them have the same hairstyle -- top-pressed-down-front-quiffed-up. What's up with that? No originality in this world, I thought.
I looked around me again and saw people taking out their books and notes. Oh my, tons and tons of notes they were! It was only then when it dawned on me that I was actually taking a final in a couple of minutes and not waiting in the salon, for my hairstylist to do my hair!
Then I took the test.
It wasn't bad. My neck just hurt after two hours of looking down from reading, writing and thinking. When I got home at around 11:30a, I could hardly hold myself up standing on my two feet. And so I passed out in my bed, finally getting my long-awaited gratification -- sleep.
Oh-so-heavenly!
When I got up at around 6p, I had a cold spicy chicken sandwich that I just gobbled in barely two minutes.
Having written this, I reread what I just wrote.
Conniving little psych books that gave me a nudge... Proving my intelligence to a book... Crooked nails... Obsessing over fake blondes and quiffs... Staying up for 24 hours just to do well on a final... Eating soggy sandwiches...
And it strikes me.
You gotta love college....
You simply must.
