Thursday, May 14, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
It all started when little Mr. (or Miss) Meddle-fingers decided to meddle with the locks. This, THIS has created a furor all over the country, and has ruined vacation-plans of many.
After doing the unthinkable (which involved more guts than you could ever imagine, mind you), and abandoning my darling bed at University, I return home and bury myself in books, ostracizing myself from the outside world, barring the phonecall to my roomie, and an occasional chit-chat with the other inhabitants of Univ (who seem to be the only people who understand). I'd been holding on to the notion that everything would be over soon, and that I could actually do some of the things I'd been wanting to do in ages, but just couldn't do. Like watching Friends reruns at a stretch, eating muffins. Like swimming. Like talking on the phone the whole night to anyone who'd listen. Like staying up all night watching a cheesy horror flick. Like catching up with old school friends I hadn't seen in ages. Like going on the family vacation that had been planned very painstakingly by Dad, and hanging out with a sister I hadn't seen in six months. Like going to Mumbai with Didi. Like taking a vacation with Roomie dear. Now, I realize that I have to hold on to this for another 20 days.
I think this is the hard part of getting into law school. I nearly forgot how much patience one needs (I've been through this whole ordeal before). I nearly forgot how much one needs to endure. I'd forgotten about the cribbings, the cryings, the nights spent staring at the ceiling fan swirling above the head.
I'd forgotten all of that.
.
I can't believe I'm saying this, but I wish I'd just stuck to what I had.
After doing the unthinkable (which involved more guts than you could ever imagine, mind you), and abandoning my darling bed at University, I return home and bury myself in books, ostracizing myself from the outside world, barring the phonecall to my roomie, and an occasional chit-chat with the other inhabitants of Univ (who seem to be the only people who understand). I'd been holding on to the notion that everything would be over soon, and that I could actually do some of the things I'd been wanting to do in ages, but just couldn't do. Like watching Friends reruns at a stretch, eating muffins. Like swimming. Like talking on the phone the whole night to anyone who'd listen. Like staying up all night watching a cheesy horror flick. Like catching up with old school friends I hadn't seen in ages. Like going on the family vacation that had been planned very painstakingly by Dad, and hanging out with a sister I hadn't seen in six months. Like going to Mumbai with Didi. Like taking a vacation with Roomie dear. Now, I realize that I have to hold on to this for another 20 days.
I think this is the hard part of getting into law school. I nearly forgot how much patience one needs (I've been through this whole ordeal before). I nearly forgot how much one needs to endure. I'd forgotten about the cribbings, the cryings, the nights spent staring at the ceiling fan swirling above the head.
I'd forgotten all of that.
.
I can't believe I'm saying this, but I wish I'd just stuck to what I had.
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