Into University, Into Oblivion

It seems like it's been eternity. What's been my treasured space for writing therapy for half a decade suddenly became a thing of the past the moment university began.

Ever since, I've been devoid of much of my social life. I haven't met up with many of my close friends for more than a month. And when I briefly ran into two of them last week, I was told I looked real exhausted.

I can't say that I detest the life I'm living now. It's exhilarating getting a taste of university academia. Couple that with staying in hall and finally joining a dance club as my CCA after 11 years of dancing as a hobby, I feel like I'm truly experiencing university life in its entirety.

But adapting has been a challenge. The hundred odd pages of readings I've to complete each week has turned most of my weekends into a reading festival in my cosy room at home. Projects, essays and tutorial preparations have made it even more "interesting". Time has thus been racing past and I'm now nearing the mid-semester point.

I'm thankful that I've chosen to stay in hall. It gives me the option of taking power naps when I have long breaks between classes. And I've found a roommate with a personality almost identical to mine. Late night heart-to-heart talks and hilarious bitching sessions with him has made hall life a joy for me. I've met many wonderful, intelligent people in the past few weeks.

But to secure a room in hall in the years to come, I would need to gain enough hall points and that means actively participating in hall activities and helping with the organisation of hall events, especially the major ones. So that's going to be consuming.

Juggling between all these and my freelance work has been the greatest challenge. Job opportunities have been coming in like nobody's business to the extent that I'm now rejecting any work that's due this year.

I miss my friends, my family, my personal introvert time, my film appreciation time and the ability to do many things that are within my interest. The worst part is that there's too much on my plate now to do anything about it.

But life's still good. I feel a wonderful sense of growth within me as the days pass.