Today is a holiday. Another opportunity to procrastinate and collect regrets. While assignments, reviews and exam preparations ought to get my main attention span, the good-old computer always wins (champion of twenty-years running).
What is my typical day like? Well, I loathe the concept of a routine, except when it involves watching movies and TV shows on the laptop, so while most days follow a pattern, it would be nothing short of grossly inaccurate to overestimate the uniformity of college life. I live in a hostel wing where every person is highly motivated, therefore any chance of sinking into complete slackery is guillotined without any further ado.
There is no fixed wakeup time for me. If the morning is extremely cold, and I don't have a class, the first twitch would be at roughly 8.30 AM. Else, a forceful start at 7. I do not have long showers, so just about 20 minutes would be enough to make myself presentable.
Eating breakfast is certainly important to keep yourself functioning throughout the rest of the day, but sadly is not above extra sleep and the first class in my priority list. I have been made aware that most college students act in a similar manner.
How are the classes? Not ideal, with the best teachers and most interesting syllabus, but tolerable to the extent that it would be a cardinal sin to deliberately miss them out of sheer lack of willpower. Like a lot of other things, the hardest part is to kick-start. Once the motor is running, smooth commute is guaranteed. You just go sit there. As long as you keep your gadgets inside your pocket, no one will force you to do anything, including listening to the cacophony of the lecture. Some genuine professors will request your feedback as to how they can improve, but they are few and far in-between.
Typically classes are till 12 or 1 PM, after which lunch hour is pretty much rush-hour. The mess will be brimming with chitter-chatter and the aroma of half-cooked delicacies, and it is usually uneventful at the most. As the methane ejects, the thought of the next class or lab hour gives birth to a craving for mass bunk, which is unfortunately never achieved due to the lack of cooperation of the sincere, studious brats.
Time flies before the clock strikes 5. Time for some tea (or coffee, if you wish). But not the tea so adored in the Isles. Merely water with a brown hue and strong flavour, masquerading as such.
After 6 PM, it is either the gym or a movie that kills time. Working your knickers off is so much more satisfying than watching a bunch of characters do the same. Laziness attacks with full force and captures the kingdom of enthusiasm, executing King Opportunity in the process. The day ends not with a bang but with a desperate attempt to turn in.
What is my typical day like? Well, I loathe the concept of a routine, except when it involves watching movies and TV shows on the laptop, so while most days follow a pattern, it would be nothing short of grossly inaccurate to overestimate the uniformity of college life. I live in a hostel wing where every person is highly motivated, therefore any chance of sinking into complete slackery is guillotined without any further ado.
There is no fixed wakeup time for me. If the morning is extremely cold, and I don't have a class, the first twitch would be at roughly 8.30 AM. Else, a forceful start at 7. I do not have long showers, so just about 20 minutes would be enough to make myself presentable.
Eating breakfast is certainly important to keep yourself functioning throughout the rest of the day, but sadly is not above extra sleep and the first class in my priority list. I have been made aware that most college students act in a similar manner.
How are the classes? Not ideal, with the best teachers and most interesting syllabus, but tolerable to the extent that it would be a cardinal sin to deliberately miss them out of sheer lack of willpower. Like a lot of other things, the hardest part is to kick-start. Once the motor is running, smooth commute is guaranteed. You just go sit there. As long as you keep your gadgets inside your pocket, no one will force you to do anything, including listening to the cacophony of the lecture. Some genuine professors will request your feedback as to how they can improve, but they are few and far in-between.
Typically classes are till 12 or 1 PM, after which lunch hour is pretty much rush-hour. The mess will be brimming with chitter-chatter and the aroma of half-cooked delicacies, and it is usually uneventful at the most. As the methane ejects, the thought of the next class or lab hour gives birth to a craving for mass bunk, which is unfortunately never achieved due to the lack of cooperation of the sincere, studious brats.
Time flies before the clock strikes 5. Time for some tea (or coffee, if you wish). But not the tea so adored in the Isles. Merely water with a brown hue and strong flavour, masquerading as such.
After 6 PM, it is either the gym or a movie that kills time. Working your knickers off is so much more satisfying than watching a bunch of characters do the same. Laziness attacks with full force and captures the kingdom of enthusiasm, executing King Opportunity in the process. The day ends not with a bang but with a desperate attempt to turn in.
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