Go Figure. Mountains of submissions and a quiz tomorrow (20 % of my grade) plus a serious brain storming session required and i decide to blog after so long. Ah College.what can I say?
Despite having the incredible fortune of being good enough to get into one of the best Universities in the World ( The National University of Singapore, for those who have been living under a rock) I feel as inadequate as ever. But Im learning. Its a painfully slow process, trying to redeem yourself after one fiasco after another.
So far my worst module has been the one in which I m supposed to put in the most work. Following a particularly bad critique session wherein I actually failed to turn in an assignment, I was feeling more dejected than ever.
But following a weekend of plunging myself in "feel good" activities and intense counselling sessions ith my friends I started feeling better. Atleast I am good at writing essays.
But I am getting those feelings again. Mostly fear. And lack of inspiration. I am terrified of the outcome of this crit as I have not yet managed to come up with a brainwave. Divine inspiration just dosent come you know. I dont think my shrunken heart ( wonderfully coupled with my shrunken brain -.-) can take another failure.
So here I sit, bunking archery class, in Starbucks, snacking on their delightful Christmas menu ( Cranberry White Chocolate Mocha, a genius of combination) and a muffin, hoping the change in location would help. So far not much. planning to sit here till I do get something.
I hope I do.
Despite having the incredible fortune of being good enough to get into one of the best Universities in the World ( The National University of Singapore, for those who have been living under a rock) I feel as inadequate as ever. But Im learning. Its a painfully slow process, trying to redeem yourself after one fiasco after another.
So far my worst module has been the one in which I m supposed to put in the most work. Following a particularly bad critique session wherein I actually failed to turn in an assignment, I was feeling more dejected than ever.
But following a weekend of plunging myself in "feel good" activities and intense counselling sessions ith my friends I started feeling better. Atleast I am good at writing essays.
But I am getting those feelings again. Mostly fear. And lack of inspiration. I am terrified of the outcome of this crit as I have not yet managed to come up with a brainwave. Divine inspiration just dosent come you know. I dont think my shrunken heart ( wonderfully coupled with my shrunken brain -.-) can take another failure.
So here I sit, bunking archery class, in Starbucks, snacking on their delightful Christmas menu ( Cranberry White Chocolate Mocha, a genius of combination) and a muffin, hoping the change in location would help. So far not much. planning to sit here till I do get something.
I hope I do.
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