The last month of the year is supposed to be what most of us look forward to after a hard year's of work. Even those who had spent all year long slacking, December should be the month where you slack the most, nevermind work. We are supposed to go overseas to somewhere of a cooler climate (though with all the rain we've got here it ain't too shabby!), be a tourist and act silly, spend money on souvenirs to give to your folks and friends to brag about the place we've just gone to, as well as gorge ourselves silly over silly hotel breakfast and orange juice.
We are supposed to spend our hard earned cash from the past 11 months and spend it all once during these 30 days. We should be racking our brains on what to get for whom during this xmas, and get a headache formulating our wish lists. No one is allowed to wake up later than 10, and sleeping before 3am is considered blesphamous. The beach should be our daily routine, getting our backs the tan they deserved and also getting sand in our pants.
Instead, I am made to make the ardous trip to school everyday. Every inch closer to the lab where I'm having my FYP the force compelling me to return to my bed grows stronger. It does not help matters that I'm a total greenhorn in the subject my fyp deals in. Everyday i don't feel confident going back to conduct my experiments, which in the first place are explained very ambiguosly to me by my prof. I should have realised it long ago - 3 months ago in fact - that I should do something familar and of 2nd nature to my course. BUT!!!!.... Sadly there's no but. All i can do now is stick my chin up and do the best i can to muster the grades to get me through this last year.
I always seem to make bad decisions in life.
The little sad corner i'm being confined to in the lab. Ok saying that i'm being confined is a tad too harsh as i can actually move around on my own. But it is a fact that its a sad little corner.
I am chemical resistant! Gimme all your sulphuric acid, hydrochloric acid, detergent etc i also not scared! Just not the face thanks.
This is where you handle radioactive babies.
Baby lucky i've got you. Aja aja...
To rub salt into the wound, i've got an ulcer on my upper lip which hurts like mad. Thus the obvious next course of action - to rub salt into the wound, literally.
Wishing you all a merry xmas and a happy new year. Whoever you are, got fyp do fyp, got to work go to work, and let's not let this unfortunate series of events bring us down!
So is this entry being optimistic or pessimistic?
