School Life

3 years ago, back in year 1, semester 1.
One early morning I was taking bus 95 to school. As usual, the bus was caught in the slight jam that happens before the turning into NUS.
Anyway, there I was, my mind practically switched off, when I heard someone mentioned material science.
It wasn't difficult to deduce that that someone was majoring in material science. Hah. Same as me, I thought. My senior.
Then there she was, complaining to her friend, about how tough the modules were. And I don't know if I remembered wrongly, but I thought she mentioned Xue Jun Min too. So she said the modules were difficult, she didn't really understand, etc etc...

I was staying at Prince George then. And days before, we sort of have this meet the professors event or something at Prince George. It was then that I had a little conversation with this professor which went like this:

He: "So what u majoring in?"
Me: "Erm..Material Science."
He: "Oh. Thats a difficult course."
Me: "Huh. Okay."

So there. Difficult major. But oh well, I sort of just went into everything head first, eyes blindfolded, hands tied behind my back.

Then in the blink of an eye. Here I am. My final, 4th year.

Can't believe I survived everything.

Modules this sem seems really tough. I hate it when things become abstract. And there seems to be so much maths. Sometimes I wish I was taking some arts modules, at least I think I would have lesser difficulty understanding things. It takes a great effort to understand the things I am reading, and to make sense out of all the equations and maths. I even thought I was abit dyslexic once.

Then I would wish that NUS actually needed lecturers to go through some English oral examination which they have to pass before they're being allowed to teach. Then I won't also have to try to understand their English in midst of all the other complex and abstract things which I am trying to take in as well.

But oh well. After all's being said, this is afterall, my last year in NUS. So really have to appreciate this little last chapter of school life. It's been tough. But I am glad though. Glad of the freedom school life brings.

And more importantly. I am not suffering alone. Hah. At least I have company - friends who would look at journals like it was written in hieroglyphics. Or look at lecturers like they were speaking Greek.