Journal

Just popping by.

I realised I missed Wednesday. It was not entirely intentional, but the best I could probably do is not to make a mess of this entry.

School’s started, yes, and it has mostly been a fairly unremarkable week. On the nicer side of things, I’ve made a new friend, a complete surprise when you realise that all of my classes thus far were supposed to be with familiar people. On the less nice side of things, I find myself conflicted about some stuff, and I also realise it’s going to be a rather hectic semester. To that end, I’ve tried to get a head start on things by tackling some of my texts sooner than I was planning. I’m still not quite sure it’s going to work.

Other than that it has been quite pleasant seeing all the familiar faces. Some of them have come back from exchange programmes and the like, so… it’s been quite a while. It’s interesting, to say the least, to see how people have changed, but also interesting is to realise how I’ve changed.

Tomorrow’s kind of a big day. It’ll be my first day of literature classes, and in fact I’ll have, by my own measure, a whole day of them. I’ve got five hours with an hour’s break in between, and thereafter I’ll be having the last of another lecture series. It’s a busy day, and a big day because I don’t really know what to think going into these brand new literature classes. It is all slightly exciting, well, very exciting, and yet also all rather intimidating. It’s not just the subject, but the people. New people, plenty of new people. Hopefully we will be making many more new friends, but who’s to say?

Meanwhile, I’ve been having a few ideas. I am a little upset at not actually being able to complete my first editing of Singapura, which I should say is still looking for a new title, though the ideas keep that part of me satisfied for now. I’m sure most of the ideas will be quarantined, never to see the light of day again, but we always remain hopeful that one or two of them will have the staying power to outlive the bad ones. It should be said, however, that some of these bad ones are impossibly hardy and make a habit of surfacing like ghosts in idle minds.

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