Second Time Around

Days of waking up at 2 p.m 6 days a week then racking my brain to come up with something productive or fulfilling to do are gone!

It feels good to be doing my internship again. I guess it really helps already knowing the people there, and being able to expect the type of work you will be doing. It makes getting into the hang of things so much easier. I'm still a little quiet (for me), but it doesn't feel as awkward, like it's the first day of school or something.

For the first time in my life, I am working AND studying at the same time. I feel a sense of adult-ness and responsibility that I have never felt before. For the past semester or two, I've had classes only once or twice a week. All my friends were like, 'whuuut I so envy your life you get to sleep the whole day' when in actuality I felt so unproductive. Like, WHAT IS MY PURPOSE IN LIFE? LOL so the dramaz.

I was really happy that things fell into place at the last minute. Like, I wanted to start in May but they called and said that they have someone till September. And then, they said if I wanted, I could start in July. So I was like okay, I'll just find some other part time thing to do for two months. Then right when I got back from Australia, they called and said hey you can start next week! I was like YAY. Also, I need to shop for new clothes.

Even classes are going good. When I checked the timetable during break, it was stated that the lecturer from last sem was gonna be teaching us again. I was devastated! Not because he was a bad lecturer, but because I am a bad student! Baaaad I tell you.

His class was all about computers and coding and photoshop and designing. It might as well be in an alien tongue cuz I couldn't understand a single thing. The work I submitted... OMG. It looked like some website in the 90's that got hit by a virus some geeky thirteen year old came up with. Sigh. The lecturer was more than nice; he gave me time to fix it and tried to make it better. I really did try. It was still horrendous. To my IMMENSE relief, he did not fail me! In fact, he was so nice to give me 1 mark more than what the pass rate was. PHEW!

So yeah, I was embarrassed if I had to be in his class again. He'd be all like, oh yeah this was the kid that was such an epic fail. I wasn't ready to face accusatory stares loaded with contempt/disappointment.

So, happy I was when I went to class and saw that it was a different lecturer! LALALALA. And I can't believe it, but the subject is actually fascinating this time. The lecturer is a writer who works for a magazine so the things he talks about are all drawn from real-life experiences. I find myself actually paying attention and wanting to know more, instead of yawning/doodling on my notepad/checking Twitter. Hee hee.