Classes *finally* started today, and to be really frank I couldn't feel excited about it for all the grumbling's worth. So maybe meeting up with friends (if any) was enjoyable--heck, I daresay something to look forward to, even-- but trust me on this when I say waking up after only having 5 hours of sleep would totally change the perspective of the day (a no brainer, really).
Even normally unassuming conflicts (like passwords not registering on the computer) would lead to emotional distress for the good 5 minutes, that being said. And not to mention how everyone would start to act as though they have (to quote the great Eric Cartman) sand in their v*g*na. Also, the imminent threat of falling asleep anytime. Very tangible.
Since it was the start of the new semester, there were obviously the mandatory talks from the dean and the various faculty members sisters etc which were of course interesting but almost redundant otherwise. Then, breaking the traditional "no classes on the first day" axiom, we DID have class today. Not very pleasant to be honest, what with trying not to sleep--though the lecture in itself ain't THAT bad.
In the meantime, allow me to relate my experience today being at the wrong end of a botched up blood drawing procedure--yesssh, the victim. To put it simply, imagine having the syringe inserted within a distance of 2mm _twice_ on the same spot. It hurts more than it sounds. I'd like to say "trust me on that", but where's the fun in just telling? Go try it out! :D
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