Mid terms has been nothing short of a horror story. RMSS was simply a stab in the dark and the other 2 look just as bad. Sheesh. Didn't expect such a start. All was too simple and easy going. I was studying, but at a pace that is way too slow to keep up with the demands of uni life. Goodness.

AW is another irritant. Academic Writing. Number 1 pain in the ass. I can write the best stories. I can even cook up a decent GP essay. But really, synthesis, critiques... all this stuff is way way beyond me. It's gross beyond gross, to say the least. And it sucks when you know you've flunked an essay, but your teacher just withholds the grade and you're stuck in limbo. C'mon, just gimme the fail and let me move on man. SIGH.

You know, looking at the younger ones around me in school, I just can't help but feel old. The 19 year old energizer bunnies hopping around, social butterflies with no boundaries beyond which their wings can't take them. Their energy, their zeal, their clubbing exploits and ability to recover to quickly. I don't know, I just can't do it anymore. Late nights irk me, and it takes me a few days to recover from a night spent in a club. No, not referring to the hangover, but just the physical fatigue.

I'm growing older way faster than I should be. Not good. And since I've no idea why that is happening, I'm just gonna pin the blame on school. HOHUM!