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[10 Mar 2007|03:24pm] |
over the past few months i've learnt that most people (in general) are really nice. even the ones in authority who have earned their right in society to snub me or laugh at my stupidity and naivete take the time to make me feel good about myself. no matter how smart they are, or how rich they are, or how well-respected they are, they are well aware that not too long ago they too were in my shoes, feeling like a nobody. they give me the benefit of the doubt, and when we shake hands i realise i am no longer the fifteen-year old girl with the wobbly jelly handshake anymore. they make me feel like knowing me (briefly) was a pleasure rather than a complete waste of their precious time. i really respect that. i can't wait to meet more people like them in the future.
and then there are others who derive a secret thrill out of antagonizing and striking fear with the little power they have. i don't want to end up like that in the future. i know i'll meet more people like that in the future, and i will neither respect nor be intimidated by them.
i'm tired, i've had only 4 hours of sleep in the past 60 hours and my eyebags are monstrous. i have to get my passport photo taken by today so i can drop it off at ocean towers tomorrow. today i went for the NUS open house and FASS is something i'm definitely applying for, even though everyone tsk-tsks it and seems to be calling it a 'dumping ground'. the way i see it, it's good enough for me. i might be going to visit the smu open house tomorrow, before going to ocean towers. and following that, i'll have to rush somewhere, sweaty and tired, to teach a boy lit and english (he scored 0/100 for both; he has genius iq though). i don't know why, but i love teaching students who are brilliant but who have serious problems with either math, english, psychomotor/graphical skills through no fault of their own. dyscalculia, dyslexia, dyspraxia and dysgraphia are cruel disorders. it's frustrating to know that you have mensa-member iq, but can't do basic trigonometry, keep getting confused whether 3/5 is bigger than 2/5, can't write down answers despite being able to verbalise them, or pronounce simple words, can't grasp the concept of having to write an essay, or comment on a poem.
my cousin's wife just found out she's pregnant. (omg, another baby in the family!) i'm quite eager to see the mixed kiddo actually, and it's so weird to think of your cousins becoming parents!
MY DAD IS IN INDIA RIGHT NOW AND I'M JEALOUS! (he'll be there for 8 more days)
I WANT TO GO THERE AND RIDE THROUGH DESERTS AND FIELDS IN A KICKASS FOUR-WHEEL DRIVE (AND I COULD PROBABLY TRY DRIVING WITHOUT A LICENSE BECAUSE THERE ARE NO POLICEMEN/TRAFFIC LIGHTS IN DESERTS!)
UGHHHHHH I WAS SUPPOSED TO GO WITH HIM (we spent a month there, exploring on our own, with my grandma and two hilarious/smartass drivers and a massive jeep/van several years ago. it was amazing)
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