This has been a holiday I truly enjoyed and I have been happy.
Time to move on, inasmuch as I treasure experience this Summer.
And perhaps my mind is one step ahead of reality. I had a High-Degree-Realism Dream again last night. Apparently, examinations in the form of mass congregation in a hall were banned. Everyone was back in class and there were no tables since its all in the hall — such is the degree of realism. And everyone is just mucking around doing nothing since the bureacracy is taking forever (Damn Realistic!). Then the less believable part starts — Acertain Teacher returns.
Disturbingly, the Imperial Woman asks McAngry and I “randomly” if the two of us were happy with this. It is at that point of time where I thought “they have Found the Muck”.
Somehow, I think I had a Whiteboard lesson on the Chinese Civil War in my dream (despite not touching China since the start of the week)
What a Saladbowl.
On another note, I found a script last year that reads “Oh by the way, your handwriting is awful. You should sign up for a penmanship class“. And I realise I should have. For one, my examiners have a harder time. On top of that, I can’t read most of my notes even!
It’s like my olden days in Bates — speak fast to keep up with your brain speed, as undesirable as it might be stylistically. Although it might also be due to time constrains, which is less of a problem (since I got speed and Sheer Quantity). I think at the core, I’m just lazy la. Might be easier to write properly if I wrote less.
My mum should have caned my hands with writing like that ten years ago. I’ll try to write neatly tmr…
… like the last time I tried and the time before that.