First Day

First day of official classes was... tiring. Well, not exactly tiring, but I'm really sleepy right now. 

Classes was.. very university-ish. Duh. It was just completely different from college(or maybe the ex college was just purely weird). First day and I'm feeling the pressure already. I believe I've mentioned before that I've always thought I wouldn't have to do anything maths-related once I finished SPM. It should have been that way, if I'd carried on with Journalism; but since I didn't, I'm gonna have to live with numbers for the next - and a minimum of - three years.

I'm so sleepy and lazy right now, but I figured I'd want to get today's notes clear before hitting the sack, otherwise I can't expect to feel at ease at tomorrow's tutorial. So I decided to half blow-dry my hair, and half air-dry it. While it air-dries, I'll be forced to stay awake. I've learnt to never sleep with wet - or even slightly damp - hair, unless I want a bad hair day the next morning. 

So.. yeah. I'm feeling a lot better now that I've gotten the points in today's lecture clear. Thank goodness. Gonna hafta' learn to love maths jeez.

Before ending, here's what a lecturer said today:

What do two psychologists say when they meet?
- 'Hi! How am I?' 

Well, I don't really think so. Psychologists don't actually read minds. But it was meant to be funny... I guess? :)

G'night!


P.S
There's a guy in our class whose birthday is a day after mine. For now I guess we're the only two 91 babies(unless there's more among the foreign students, but I can't tell from the name list, because passports numbers don't tell ages). 91, September, and a day after mine. Not bad.