marcwhop

In the near future, I will probably look back and miss the freedom that comes with being a Uni student, but for now I will put that aside, because I feel so done with uni especially with workload that I have gotten over these past few semesters. 

My heart stops moments before the tutor hands back the essays. My heart races as I chase time to hand in my paper. Crying in the middle of the night - doubting my work. Having to read through over 10-15 books before starting a stupid essay. Over 200 pages of readings to do in a week. Try having that same feeling over and over again at least once every other week. It is mind numbing. You know whoever said, Arts is easy must be fucking lying.  Now I have 2 papers, one of which requires me to read a book, I have 100 150 pages to go. And in two weeks, I gotta start preparing for 2 essays - 3000 words respectively , weighing 60% of my grade. And all this for what, a piece of paper.

Damn it, I deserve a holiday.

Ah, I can't believe it has been 4 weeks since I got back from Singapore - which means 4 weeks into the semester and approx. 8 weeks (2 months) till I am no longer an Undergrad (who the hell uses this term anyways?) but officially be a Graduate with an Arts Degree! And by Arts, I don't mean painting, you'll be surprised well, I was surprised when people thought by Arts I was doing Painting, Visual Arts type of degree - I don't blame them though since the the meaning of "Art(s)" is homographic. I digress - and now I don't even know why I am blogging in the first place - maybe to pass time since I am supposed to be doing my readings which is mounting up like crazy. Stressing out, thinking how the hell am I supposed to go throught 200 pages fucking pointless  readings about how corrupt our world is over the weekend, for a test on Thursday. Sometimes being in Uni feels as though as the faculty holds no mercy against its students. And till today, I still don't hink I deserve to be in Uni - seeing how in the past Uni was never ever in my "educational" range.