At week 3 of my term 2 academic calendar, life cannot be any more happening. (note the sarcasm/irony) The past week was most unkind to me. I was sick. On top of it, I was and still am trying to catch up on my lessons with the usual mix of CCA, meetings, group projects and other misc, stuff to attend to.
Despite me being in my all time vulnerable self, things did not seem so bad this time around. I recall myself feeling much crappier last term when I was hit by a similar plague of illness composing of flu, cough, fever and sore throat amidst all the other stuff I had to attend to. Perhaps I am at my final stages of normalizing to the culture here. The only time where I wasn't occupied with something is me trying to catch as much sleep as possible.
I am much aware of how in the coming weeks things will only be more uphill than ever. With 5 full modules to handle this semester including the notoriously time and effort consuming LTB (Leadership and Team Building) and AW (Academic Writing) mods to look out for, I am surprisingly not pessimistic about things in general. Contrast to how I would normally be. I am begining to think that I am even somewhat optimistic about how things will unfold. This is of course particularly dangerous according to one of my prof's theory.
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| Shahi.G (2010) Proactively Managing Change - Understanding the Pessimism Time Curve, Bio Business Asia 2004 |
But at this point of my life, I am just too shagged and consumed to think about which stage I am at currently or how I will potentially slide bottom in the pessimism-time curve at any time of the day. I will keep note of this. For a freer day perhaps.
