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Another new semester

Clearly I was still floating in the holidayland on the first day of school (yesterday) as I was so confident to have left home, even filled up my 1 litre bottle of water with everything else BUT my pencil case and foolscap paper. How silly of me. That's like going out on a normal day to meet up with friends!

Darwin & Evolution lecture was uber boring. I certainly think that Darwin and the law of evolution is not boring at all, but it's really the lecturer. Droned on and on and on about the whole history before Charles Darwin came up with evolution.

As usual and anticipated, I always have the entry of the first day of school and the modules I'm taking this sem:

Adolescent Psychology
Language and Cognitive Processes
Lab in Interpersonal Relationships
Introduction to Social Work
Darwin & Evolution


Le sigh. No francais this semester, I have decided to forego it just for the sake of my CAP. There's no point in taking a module I'll get a mediocre grade for and a module that I can neither S/U or even pull up my CAP as a whole. So hopefully social work will boost up my CAP a little. Adolescent psych lecture today was good, although we expected Dr Sim to be taking this module but it turned out to be this good german prof. So i guess it's not bad after all because for one, we can definitely relate to some of the materials learnt.

I hope that the school mood will finally sink in a little. Well at least I remembered to bring my school materials today unlike yesterday.

Perfect Symmetry - Keane; on repeat :D

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