January 2012
o yea and we watched the usual suspects today.
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today I got accosted by my French professor and 2 minutes into the conversation I was begging him to please not use anymore French words because my brain was starting to hurt from trying to understand whatever he was saying.
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tutor: Mozi...ladders...
me: SOCIAL MOBILITY!
tutor: No, improvement in technology. He built ladders. Literally.
someone: He was a carpenter.
me: Oh I thought it was a metaphor.
person sitting next to me: Level 1 module where got use metaphor.
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THIS IS SUCH AN ANNOYING FEELING OF—OF LOSS WHICH DOESN’T EVEN MAKE SENSE BECAUSE I HAVEN’T EVEN HAD HIM BEFORE.
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today’s uncomfortable moments:
20th century tutorial because it was just awkward, fullstop.
when I was walking to u-town with a new friend. she’s an intern at some schmancy fesyun magazine and she was all dressy and I was basically clumsily balancing multiple books on my arms and wearing an oversized t shirt and a pained, pained smile.
“I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”
– Jack Kerouac, On The Road (via knockturn)
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*narrows eyes threateningly at email from tutor of level 1 elective module*
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wow I’m so tired from. from. spending the entire day doing nothing.
well no that’s not fair we did a lot of stuff, starting from the lets-meet-earlier-g-so-that-we-can-buy-h-her-present plan which failed spectacularly, because cat socrates was closed. bloody hell. so g and I headed for the library, where I finally got my hands on a book which I needed for research, and then plonked...
frecklets replied to your post: remember 2 sems ago when I broke down that one…
biggest hug bb. don’t kick yourself so hard; you ARE good at this, and brilliant in many ways, and you will be okay. just breathe for a bit, okay? am i seeing you tmr?
idg how I can feel okay one moment and then sit down and open my books and then feel like shit because O GOD THIS PAGE DOESN’T SEEM TO...
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remember 2 sems ago when I broke down that one time after class and was basically bawling hysterically at g on the ~streets of NUS~ about how stupid I am and how I should just quit because this is the only thing I know and I’m not even that good at it? yeah.
