Was supposed to be preceded by a bell. Something. Certainly not just several inches of snow and mush, blistering cold, and a general feel of gloominess settling over the Redmond landscape.
Holidays always flew by whenever I was in an educational institution of some sort, and my most recent winter break has been no exception. Already, the three weeks of salvation (of which one week could have been considered less so, as my mom was living with me) have been depleted, as it were, and the mad rush of drawing deus ex has, once again, risen from the churning depths of despair.
I’d be lying if I said I was prepared.
So it’s over. This semester, at any rate.
It’s hard to summarize how I feel at this point. It’s been rather hectic, the past few weeks, mainly because I was juggling a cacophony of projects at once, along with the newly-added dangers of the environment.
I am, of course, talking about snow.
Usually refers to the phrase in which the word “up” or “down” is appended at the very end.
In my case, it refers to thumbnails. Lots and lots of them.
I’ve been here now for about two months? Three? Things are slowly but surely settling down, with me (more or less) working out a routine of sorts for my never-ending assignments, my apartment maintenance, and my regular re-assurances to my parents that I am eating/living fine.
It’s been gratifying to make the middle of the semester without handing in any assignment late thus far, I suppose: I am actually rather relieved that the mid-term so-called “exams” were nothing more than glorified quizzes of sorts, in that they were probably designed for people coming out of Primary 6 rather than the goddamn Army: it meant that, although I spent a grand total of absolutely no time at all studying for them, I managed to come out with some rather impressive scores (in my opinion).
In any rate, far better than some other students who love to talk in class, love to ask the tutors questions, and still hand in assignments late.
I actually have not listened to the Linkin Park song of the same name, to be honest, even though, rather embarrassingly, I must admit, I do happen to have a few of their offerings in my foobar playlist.
No, this post is literally about what I’ve been working my ass off on for the past few weeks in Digipen.
I’m alive.
How odd, perhaps, that I choose to say that for an opening line. Perhaps it’s due to my parents’ constant worries and teeth-grinding about my inability to survive outside of a protected bubble, or maybe it’s their belief that my time spent here is a waste of their money and effort.
Or could it be because I am slowly crumbling under the mountain upon my chest that comprises my assignments?
By date
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