How's a little blogging going to hurt an intermediate student? A lot, actually!!! Well, that's just for my pathetic case where my legal studies are currently nearly derailed every now and then. I don't blame Mother Nature and my fellow human beings. I'm just such a screw up when it comes to sticking to my priorities ( my priority is that 6- question torture from Miss Vaani... and that Valentine's day gift she so graciously presented to us on that same day... And hey hey: look at what I'm doing now.).
At the moment I'm just flipping cluelessly through my notes, wondering aloud if studying beforehand could have made much of a difference ( you and I both know that it would, duh)... Well I'd be so prim and proper if i did... that speckless nerdy girl who does things so oh-perfecto. I'm not. I'm an incorrigible slob... And not being oh-so-proper would foreseeably grate things up... Law is definitely not for the lazy. I've told that to myself time and time again. But old habits die hard, especially habits that seemed to work even when you thought they'd be the death of you, e.g. last minute work. Despite my undying faith in last minute efforts, people: Don't do this to yourself. It's going to gut you inside- out, especially if you're an LLB inter student like me. It won't work every time. Lady Luck spits on it. Haha... Believe me, I've faced her wrath.
This morning I crawled out of bed with a searing pain in my head. Common law test was at 10am so i made it a point to drag myself off bed at 6am. Due to the pain i collapsed back into bed, stuck a pillow over the side of my head and shut my eyes tightly. God, i had no idea it would hurt so much. I then texted a message to my classmate telling him i won't be able to make it for the paper. Drat!!! After all that reading! Then Miss Linda's words came dancing around in my mind (as though the migraine wasn't satisfied being lone ranger):"... Don't kid yourself. You can't afford to fall ill..." I was then having torrents of dreadful imaginary circumstances. What if this happened on the morning of the 21st of May? What if..? What if..? Gahhh.
'Tis the season to be sniffling... My friends are down with at least one specimen of virus or bacteria... My house-mates, especially. In spite of what Helen was trying to tell me about the darn scorching weather out there, i failed to notice at all. My body had more brain than i thought. Today's migraine was sheer evidence. I just couldn't give two hoots about these things sometimes. I think I'm superhuman! hahaha... I'd be lying if i were to say i wasn't thinking so. Perasanlah... as usual. Just observing my sleeping habits will convince you of the level of confidence i have in my body. hahaha... Until the moment I crash and burn... Long story short: Jangan eksyen lebih- lebih kalau tak boleh...
The start of 2008 saw some significant changes in my classroom life. I've moved from the hindquarters of the room to the very front... literally under the lecturer's noses. So close that I've taken to the habit of counting lecturers' nose-hair ( identity withheld) in the event that the lesson had my imagination travelling a tad too far. I have 3 seats to myself up front! No more distractions! (Try that when Miss Vaani is constantly scanning you... i swear she knows exactly when to swoop down on you) I'm a whole lot happier being in the front. It feels exactly as if the lecturer is actually talking to you and no one else, which makes note- taking and questioning much easier. I used to duck all over the place to copy stuff off the board (those scrawls, drat!) and the fact that i had to look at the back of people's heads annoyed me. Yeah yeah, i know, it took me about 4 months or so to realise that i hated it... but better now than never. I don't have to strain my eyes and ears anymore. God bless those angelic classmates who left the front-most row empty! Love you whoever you are!
You know when all hope seems lost, there's definitely some strand of hope there somehow. If you'd read Emily Dickinson's poem "Hope is the Thing With Feathers", you'd know what I mean. I didn't believe in the immortality of hope until i came across that poem. It occurred to me that we are each made in a certain way to believe in hope even when we don't want to, or cannot. It happened to me lately, again. This time it was during mocks. I was convinced that my 1st paper, criminal law, was a sure disaster. But as it turned out, whaddaya know? It was the best compared to my other papers. Eureka, some hope in my otherwise tragic mock experience!
Alrighty, i think it's time for these fingers to skip off the keyboard and get back to that seminar pack waiting on the desk. What I may conclude here is that we have to approach everything with the right attitude, and man's tendency to vary in attitudes make it all the more difficult to put this into practice. Now, back to 1997 Zone A question 7..........
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