I got my timetable during the weekends and officially started classes today (Now, instead of being a provisionally registered student, I'm a registered student). Hah! My schedule on Monday is jam-packed with lectures and tutorials (I have one lecture, one tutorial and one lectorial on Advanced Management Accounting alone on Monday! That's too much for an accounting student who despises Management Accounting)
Got up at 6am for my 8.30am class.Yes, I need at least 30-45 minutes to get to Frenchay. Happily walked out of my apartment. Checking out the police officers (No, the policemen here don't have donuts and their hot cup of coffee). Arrived at Uni and I was LOST in that building! I had problems looking for my class (I got a bad sense of directions just so you know).
I felt confident about myself during the first two periods as I knew what was going on (Just because I took the initiative to stay up till 12am to read 2 journals). Came the third period - Accounting in Context (I think they call it MOE back in Nilai, except that this is 10 times worse!) - I wanted to stuff my head into the toilet bowl! @%$*!
I need to have a minimum of 3 learning logs per week, produce a sort-of-journal-article, write a reflective report, an overview of my log entries, early preparation for every workshops (otherwise, we gotta do the "Walk of Shame") and prepare reports on every meeting with my supervisor. Oh and not forgetting 2 presentations and the fact that the module leader will be the one assigning us into our groups! AND that is only for AiC!
Ahh.. I can see the 45kg Carmen right in front of me now =)
I am feeling hungry (Today is salad, bread and yogurt day!). I can barely open my eyes (I need pegs. I'm trying not to be a caffeine addict). I miss home (especially the little one). I miss my friends (I'm not used to going through all these alone). I miss my boyfriend. I need my maid to cook my favourite curry dish. I'm so stressed up. I need to understand so many things. I need the doctor soon (My cough isn't getting any better). I AM LOST. Where do I start? One thing for sure, retail therapy ain't gonna work. At least not for now.
I think I would be better off being a nun.
There goes my Wild Nights Out. There goes my plan to go sit by my bedside and sip red wine. There goes my plan to work part-time to be able to buy my boyfriend a webcam. There goes MY LIFE.
xoxo, -carmen-
p/s How I wish you were here
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