Hello everyone! It's been a while since the last post, hasn't it? The reason for that is:
I'm in college! Woohoo! Freedom! Adulthood! Colour clothes everyday!
I'm doing my B. Sc. from SJC, Bangalore, and for those of you who are just sitting back, smirking at each other, going, "Pssh, didn't get a seat in Engineering, LOL," I didn't even write my CET, OKAY? Ha. Who's laughing now? Yep, still you.
College is great, and my course is amazing. The only thing I do not like about the degree I've chosen is the way people assume that the only people who take B. Sc. are the ones who didn't get in for Engineering or Medicine. Even if it's mostly true. I tell them I'm in B. Sc, and they go, "Oh, okay," in a gentle commiserating voice, as though I've just confessed that sometimes I like to dance the samba naked, and start talking very slowly and loudly to me, because my understanding must be pretty *ahem* moderate if I couldn't even get into an engineering college.
This B. Sc. thing is going to give me a whole new set of insecurities. Sometimes I just lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling, thinking, "You're short. You're in B. Sc. You can't tell time." (my three greatest complexes, by the way), and then I sob quietly into my pillow till my Mom comes to my room and tells me to shut up because some people are trying to sleep, thank you very much.
But then I remember that hey, I did really well in my Board exams, better than most of my friends who are doing Engineering, and there are plenty of extremely smart and creative people in my new class. I like my new subjects, the syllabus is interesting, and Joseph's is an extremely nice college.
So, a new chapter begins. Another brick in the wall. The latest tick mark in my "Life, To-Do List"
Life To-Do List:
1) Enter world through gaping hole in Mother's stomach (that's right, I'm a C-section baby. When I'm really bad, I think my mum goes into her room, looks at the scar and thinks, "Yeah, I should have listened to him and gotten a Labrador instead.")
2) Learn to walk and talk, and then spend the rest of my life being told to sit down and shut up.
3) Go to school and learn absolutely nothing except how to sleep standing up, with both eyes open.
4) Go to college and get a degree because people without degrees are not qualified to live on the earth.
5) Realize that I can do absolutely nothing with my degree except laminate it and use it as a novelty coaster, and study for another ten years to get two more.
6) Eventually get a decent paying job, in defense of which it is only possible to say, "Meh. I need to eat."
7) Get married and have children because otherwise you will die alone.
8) Eventually die alone anyway because towards the end of your life you turned into the crazy old lady on buses who responds to offers of help by screaming "I didn't even want to do Engineering, okay?"
True story, there was a foreign lady on our bus today, around sixty years old, I think. I offered to help her with her bag, which looked heavy, and she said, "You can help me by getting me back to a civilized place like Europe."
I figured that she must not have understood me so I repeated my offer, to which she said, "If you people like to protect shit, it is not my responsibility," turned, and stomped off the bus, at which I was just left standing there like:
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Posts on college coming up soon! Happy Saturday!
I'm doing my B. Sc. from SJC, Bangalore, and for those of you who are just sitting back, smirking at each other, going, "Pssh, didn't get a seat in Engineering, LOL," I didn't even write my CET, OKAY? Ha. Who's laughing now? Yep, still you.
College is great, and my course is amazing. The only thing I do not like about the degree I've chosen is the way people assume that the only people who take B. Sc. are the ones who didn't get in for Engineering or Medicine. Even if it's mostly true. I tell them I'm in B. Sc, and they go, "Oh, okay," in a gentle commiserating voice, as though I've just confessed that sometimes I like to dance the samba naked, and start talking very slowly and loudly to me, because my understanding must be pretty *ahem* moderate if I couldn't even get into an engineering college.
This B. Sc. thing is going to give me a whole new set of insecurities. Sometimes I just lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling, thinking, "You're short. You're in B. Sc. You can't tell time." (my three greatest complexes, by the way), and then I sob quietly into my pillow till my Mom comes to my room and tells me to shut up because some people are trying to sleep, thank you very much.
But then I remember that hey, I did really well in my Board exams, better than most of my friends who are doing Engineering, and there are plenty of extremely smart and creative people in my new class. I like my new subjects, the syllabus is interesting, and Joseph's is an extremely nice college.
So, a new chapter begins. Another brick in the wall. The latest tick mark in my "Life, To-Do List"
Life To-Do List:
1) Enter world through gaping hole in Mother's stomach (that's right, I'm a C-section baby. When I'm really bad, I think my mum goes into her room, looks at the scar and thinks, "Yeah, I should have listened to him and gotten a Labrador instead.")
2) Learn to walk and talk, and then spend the rest of my life being told to sit down and shut up.
3) Go to school and learn absolutely nothing except how to sleep standing up, with both eyes open.
4) Go to college and get a degree because people without degrees are not qualified to live on the earth.
5) Realize that I can do absolutely nothing with my degree except laminate it and use it as a novelty coaster, and study for another ten years to get two more.
6) Eventually get a decent paying job, in defense of which it is only possible to say, "Meh. I need to eat."
7) Get married and have children because otherwise you will die alone.
8) Eventually die alone anyway because towards the end of your life you turned into the crazy old lady on buses who responds to offers of help by screaming "I didn't even want to do Engineering, okay?"
True story, there was a foreign lady on our bus today, around sixty years old, I think. I offered to help her with her bag, which looked heavy, and she said, "You can help me by getting me back to a civilized place like Europe."
I figured that she must not have understood me so I repeated my offer, to which she said, "If you people like to protect shit, it is not my responsibility," turned, and stomped off the bus, at which I was just left standing there like:
Posts on college coming up soon! Happy Saturday!
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