Time's ticking and in one month I'll be resitting my SAT (which was screwed by my essay mainly). Hmmm tells a lot about my proficiency in this language, doesn't it?
Trying to organise my life into words never works but I'm one tough kid who opts to keep trying anyway.
It's one of those lost seasons (yes, again) where I start questioning where I am headed.
Having found out my life goal is more mercenary than pure interest-based, I - of course - am not flattered.
Volunteering to read for the kids certainly helped take things off mind, alas for only two brief hours.
Though, well, I've gotta admit that I'm one unanimated story-teller who happened to have a sore throat on that day.
I guess kids are not generally taken to female storytellers with coarse voices, huh?
Anyways.
Since I lost track of my life goal, there's been practically nothing to motivate me to keep up my grades but a bet (of a Mcd treat =.=) between me and a tall freak, which I can say isn't helping much.
So here I am to bring myself back on track - think of the General Education modules in Sg and US which will fend away the monotonous uni life (of hundreds of hours of figure-related/ theory-related, repetitive-natured courses).
Well, that certainly helped. =)