A month in university and I'm all ready tired and confused.
Tired because I haven't adjusted to the lifestyle here and confused because the lectures are moving faster than I can catch up. Back when I did my diploma in a different university it wasn't like this. Of course it's not right to compare as it was a lower level of study but it didn't take me this long to get settled. If I were to compare the environment, I'd say my alma mater should've made me more distressed than I am now seeing as it was across the South China Sea and I was a young and naive 18-year-old that had just moved away from home to an entirely new set of culture and society.
Now I'm soon-to-be 23 studying 30 minutes away from home in an institution so peaceful the administrators operate as if they were customer service workers. Though that could be one of their efforts to curb suicide rates that they kept mentioning left and right since the first day of orientation. I won't mention anything about suicide since I'm no expert in the matter. But full disclosure: I do not have suicidal thoughts, murderous thoughts maybe but suicide is not my option. I can always drop out of uni and work.
Back to my point: university should have been easier the second time around but it's not. If it's not in the academic aspect then I should at least be all right with my living arrangements and self-studies. But I'm not. In secondary school I studied sciences and then jumped fields to creative writing for my diploma. I went from studying science to studying writing and now I'm taking a BA in English. You'd assume there's correlation in writing and English, in most cases that would be true except for mine. Unfortunately, there is no literature in my syllabus, only language and it's application in communications. Definitely should've put UM as my first choice. At least their English programme involved literature.
