Well, i'm in St. Andrews.
Funny how SA never seemed to be a choice at all. the course code seemed to appear out of nowhere and formed by the idea that SA's uniform was the nicest. oh well. for all the people who assumed, and here i assume, and had faith in me to be posted to VJ, here's a apology budded out of an inexplicable feeling of nothing. absolutely nothing.
i thought i would be devastated. i thought i would be angry. i thought wrong.
Funny how it just seemed to pass like day and night. unpredictable but not unexpected.
Funny how i feel fake when i say "it's alright, SA is quite good also", but feel as if i mean it.
oh well.
SA has been a blast thus far. Day 1 was hellishly boring. mainly admin, we had tests after tests. i went for the KI test, which was at the same time as the Art aptitude test. appartently in SA, KI and Art is too much of a workload to be put in the same subject combination. thus i've to resort to Lit. , Hist, Math and KI. yes, i got in.
the KI test was wierd. questions like " Is the King of France really bald" and "Is snow white" got me stumped and thinking. other questions broached existentialism - does the table exist? while others were pretty normal, asking why i wanted to take KI.
the interview was the next day and we had saner questions that actually made sense. thank god i got through without blurting out that i was actually crapping around.
well the orientation ended with a muted boom from disco night. telling myself that if i wanted to club i rather be in a proper club, i refrained from boogying away and looking retarded like the many in the crowd. looking at george from afar, i couldn't help but chuckle. but still i felt fake.
come on. why the conflict within?
even my words come out fake. "oh no thanks its alright." and "i'm alright. just a little tired" aren't really what they are. just smokescreens for a dragon waking from its repose. anger. sadness.
oh well.
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