OK, final year started two weeks ago, but I haven’t had any free time until now to write about it. When I have had free time, I’ve slept it away. I’m awake now, and able to afford the money, if not necesarily the time to drop in at the cybercafe. So here goes.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaarggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh.
This sem, the decent instructors are taking the piddu, 3.5 credit courses. In the more important (where grades are concerned) courses, I’m stuck with instructors who infuse the subject with all the life of a zebra carcass on the Serengeti that’s been picked clean by the vultures several times over.
On a separate note, I wish that being shiny and happy could also make me come up with colourful analogies.
Right. Back to final year.
Every now and then, a state of ennui hits me. It’s similar to the frustrated feeling you get four months into the sem, when almost the whole course is done, and you’re just hanging around for the quizzes and the endsems, and you wish that the three weeks that’re left would just get over with quickly so you can go home and do important stuff like meeting long lost friends.
Well, the ennui I’ve got right now is pretty much the same. It’s the feeling that I’ve finished three years of the course, and would the final year please pass by quickly so I can get a job or an M. Tech or an MBA or whatever. Please?
Sigh. 200 working days in final year, more or less. Let’s just take them one at a time. And yes, some of the courses are interesting- Theory of Computation, Microprocessors, Economics. So I can make a go of it. Yeah. I can. Let’s go out with a bang.
OK, so there’s one aspect of final year which has been cool and froody right since it began, and that’s my new hostel.
I’m on the first floor of the PG hostel. It’s my fourth hostel in four years, and this one is definitely nice. It’s the newest hostel, all the electrical fixtures and plumbing work, and the mess is superior. Yes, indeed.
Not really much more to say. But at least I’m finally writing again.