Pre-U(ni) Part III: Waiting

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Part I and Part II here.

Chapter 4: Calendar-watching.

Isn't it funny how time flies when you feel good and am doing something you love - whether it's hanging out with friends, enjoying a good meal, and listening to your favorite tunes? But when life is routine, time crawls. In fact, sometimes I feel it just sits there - "What, it's still 11a.m.?"

Basically I have a routine that repeats itself every weekday:

7.30am - wake up (when I really feel like sleeping)

8am - breakfast, get ready for work

8.20am - leave for office

8.30am - start work

1pm - lunch

2pm - continue work

6pm - go home

7pm - freshen up, dinner

8pm - surf web/read (except for Fridays where there's either prayer meet or cell group)

11pm - sleep (when I really feel like staying up longer)

What a life, isn't it? Being adult is so fun. Yay. I mean, working is okay but it's not as free as school life.

If you are still studying, heed this: Once you start working, you'll miss school. Real bad. I know, you can't wait for the day where no more teachers tell you what to do, you can wear any hairdo you want or have the money to buy whatever you fancy. Sure, you get all that, but with great freedom comes great responsibility. Get all that and you are still mostly subject to the instruction of your manager/supervisor/boss (unless you open your business at a young age, but that comes with its own set of risks), giving respect to the senior colleagues (for some reason when you're young people will always slap that 'not experienced like us' tag on us and may discount your opinion), office politics, paying bills to live by and etc. And when you're mad or sad, expressing your opinions too brashly may result in you losing your rice bowl. (The above was what my parents and my colleagues advice me while I'm working, except the miss school part. That was me!)

Which is why I can't wait till September. To sit in a class again. To absorb knowledge again. To once again, and for the last time formally (masters is a maybe in the future but for now it's uncertain), to be a student and be relieved of 'working adult' responsibilities - irony being that uni students from their 2nd year onward are legally adult. People tell me that college years are the best years of one's life, so one must live it well.

I often wonder what's so good in waiting. Can't we just fast forward? Maybe God's trying to teach me to be patient, and to learn from whatever experiences I have now, even though they may be small and I may just miss it 'round the corner. Guess that's life's seasons - sometimes they're mountains, sometimes they're valleys.