School is back in full swing for all us fortunate students, with UWI being the last to get on board. While I try to beat out the rust and clear the cobweb, I remember those who are eyeing mid-terms a spring breaks and even vacation again. (And then there are those who work). I had a great vacation (thanks for asking); I did a lot and still found myself doing nothing at times. I got to spend time with the family, the Cavs won on Christmas (yeah!), I got fat, and I worked. I also learnt a bit about people and seeing the big picture in things.
It is true that most of us can't see the big picture; you know, can't see past our noses (so liars may be able to see farther lol) but as most people like to say about Christiaity, "We walk by faith and not by sight." I was thinking about that statement this morning and it reminded me of G-Force. Funny enough, the same thing can be said of moles. So what does it really mean to "walk by faith and not by sight"? Is faith the end of knowledge?
So...week 1.
I woke up when the sun rose on Monday, feeling proud of myself. My phone's battery was dead so I didn't know what time it was, but I figured it was somewhere around 6. I took my time and went downstairs and saw 7! I thought, "The sun rises so late?" (Obviously I wouldn't know.) To cut a short story shorter I got to my 8:00 class late. (It takes just over an hour to get to school).
Hour 2
The Big Bang Theory teaches Differential Equations. I used to joke that my Algebra teacher reminded me of Sheldon and my Analysis reminded me of Howard (but way less perverted, similar concept) but to have the ENTIRE cast of the show in your classroom is just Emmy nomination!
Wednesday
By now I had been up to my waist in work and extremely tired. The concept of time had been long forgotten on December 22 and was in no hurry to return. I operated on VST (Vacation Slow Time). There was day time and night time. Night time was for sleeping. How dare they, then, divide my fully functioning time zone! I had a class Wednesday at 12-2 and one at 2. The 12-2 class ended early so I decided to walk down the hill and take a breather; lie down and sleep on a bench or something. On my way to sleep I saw my friend.
"Yo. Sup?"
"Nain much b wha bout you?"
"I jus here, about to take a nap. I got class at 2."
"Amm it's 2 tho b."
"Ok I got class at 3 then. But wait, I got class at 4 and a one hour break between. I got class at 2?"
So I walked BACK up the hill to class.
That pretty much sums up my week. I have two 8:00am classes, Monday and Thursday, and Wednesdays are horrible. A lot of things are supposed to happen this semester with Carnival and every club or faculty having a week - this is "Week Semester".
It's 4:22 - I'm improving lol.
