College Rules

My life is kind of boring nowadays. I am not entirely sure about what my grades will look like on the digital card and I am not sure about my teacher's impression regarding my class performance. Also, I am not sure about how the people at school particularly my classmates see me. So basically I am unsure about everything school-related.

AB-IBees

In school, I am Kate. Still the Kate everyone recognized in high school. Basically, I don't talk too much and don't hang around with people. All I do is enter school, sit on one of the benches of the Miniforest, talk with people occasionally, write on my journal, listen to my mp3, observe people, eavesdrop, do the last finishing specks on my assignments and wait for the polyphonic bell to ring to attend my 8:30 classes. As soon as I enter class, I sit on my seat and read my books to refresh my mind, or cram for the unannounced test or rewrite incorrect assignments and when the professor comes, I listen and take notes, that's it.

Miniforest

When the bell rings again, I walk out of the room alone, or with Xylene and Francesca, and have my usual brunch. Or when I don't want to eat, I go straight to the Forum-Dimension's office read important notes from the editors on the corkboards and talk with Raimer and Sheila for hours. After that, when my mouth is dried up of extreme and interminable talking, I will proceed to the library to read books or go to Digitizer Computer Labs to download songs or watch videos.

Raimer, very shy.

Then the process will repeat all over again, day to day. Yet, from time to time, my day would just sparkle with unexplainable events that come up from nowhere. Like picture perfect spots in school, the funniest book in the library, the shocking news that someone I know is pregnant, finding a complete stranger in the line to the ATM water dispenser that eventually became my friend, my mother and baby brother visiting me, or simply a text message from a friend is enough for a day.


Weekends are like the Holy Grail to my classmates because it is only during those days that they could go back to their hometown and finally watch TV. But for me, weekends are the days for rest and doing term papers and school crap. I am stuck here on this city; I cannot go home because of the Forum Dimensions duties and group practices. And my mom, doesn't want me to go back and forth two places in a day, she said the travel is costly and I am exhausting myself. So I am stuck on this rut.
Since this is a big city, there are a lot of opportunities here, and searching for those opportunities always lead me to getting lost and confusion; talk about big buildings, streets in all directions and the smoke, and the garbage dumps in all corners. The smell, the noise, the loud people, I sometimes astound myself I stood here for weeks, but I guess this is what it takes to be globally competitive life long learners.

College life requires me to be independent; for the first time in my life. Though I could get up whenever, eat whatever and go out whenever with whoever because finally no one is watching me, I still have the responsibility to myself to eat what is right and needed, get up on time for school, dress what is neatly ironed, go out with the good people and spend hours with myself alone. College rules.

People here drink a big deal and some even had those embarrassing moments after getting drunk, the next morning they wake up, they would just laugh at themselves like its no big deal, when for me it was. I am not saying that drinking is all off beam, drinking is great; it would be good experience, needed to further understand life, be happy and fun and all that but ALWAYS drinking too much and getting wasted is already out of bounds. Some here even go out at 1 and never go back to sleep in their rooms, and then I would wonder where did they sleep last night. Some go to Smallville to de-stress, that's the term they use, which I barely accept because here you will be considered socially established if you de-stress frequently. Then I sometimes, I would just find two females holding hands on the street or two males kissing, which made me rush to the lavatory to puke things out of my system. Some things that I think I will get used too, in no time.
All these are vexations to the spirit. I am not self-righteous and all that, but maybe, I know what is wrong and what is right and I don't let the social order overshadow me to reside on these misleading activities. Actually, I am overwhelmed by the realities I found in this new world unlike Passi in my barely fou months of staying here, though Passi has its own mess and muddle, it is less apparent and severe. I want to go home and see what it was before and put away myself from this mayhem. But when?