Now that I'm currently agonizing yet another year so I can acquire two years of work experience in research before I pursue graduate studies, I'm frequently swept back to the so-called "boring college past" which now appears unusually animated. Everything seems vibrant each time I sink back in my thinking chair and flush down the memory lane.
I remember... I was a very vicious freshie way back then; and I had no one else to blame but my intelligent but brain-lulling professors who would sing me lessons while I fall back to my dreamland. I used to skip classes too. There were many times when I opted to watch a noontime telenovela which would, unfortunately, end 20 minutes after the beginning of my next class. More often, my motivation to finish my chemistry lab experiments was to watch my favorite anime series. I thought I could not live a weekday without watching a corny love story about two fictitious being who happened to have mismatched hair and eye colors.
College was extremely boring when I was a freshie and I would do all sorts of tricks just to keep me awake. Like for instance, I would frequently glance out of the classroom window and gaze far beyond the swaying tree leaves and marvel at the cumulus clouds embossed in the blue horizon. Then I would imagine a sky full of cotton candies and fried chicken. And then one day, when daydreaming could not alleviate boredom anymore, I persuaded my friend to help me wake up my other classmates during our trigonometry class. It was perfect because he kept, in his bag, a biological bomb which could definitely spark chaos in the classroom. He had a huge warty toad! Incidentally, seated in front of him was an overreactive female who would scream like an ambulance's siren if startled. And so it was set. We opened his bag and loosened the plastic cellophane where the helpless toad was imprisoned. Because of its eagerness to be free, the toad hopped and hopped! And there it merrily scuttled from one desk to another. The class was immediately halted; and my professor was appalled. The toad stole the scene and my sleeping classmates were awakened at last! But when we brought the toad back to my friend's bag and apologized for the so-called "accident," everyone crept back to his dreamland--including me. I found myself gazing at the motionless trees again. It was boring...
But I badly miss it.
These lucid memories about my retarded freshie life in college makes me long for school again. I wonder if I can do the same old stupid things in graduate school if boredom comes tapping on my door...
I remember... I was a very vicious freshie way back then; and I had no one else to blame but my intelligent but brain-lulling professors who would sing me lessons while I fall back to my dreamland. I used to skip classes too. There were many times when I opted to watch a noontime telenovela which would, unfortunately, end 20 minutes after the beginning of my next class. More often, my motivation to finish my chemistry lab experiments was to watch my favorite anime series. I thought I could not live a weekday without watching a corny love story about two fictitious being who happened to have mismatched hair and eye colors.
College was extremely boring when I was a freshie and I would do all sorts of tricks just to keep me awake. Like for instance, I would frequently glance out of the classroom window and gaze far beyond the swaying tree leaves and marvel at the cumulus clouds embossed in the blue horizon. Then I would imagine a sky full of cotton candies and fried chicken. And then one day, when daydreaming could not alleviate boredom anymore, I persuaded my friend to help me wake up my other classmates during our trigonometry class. It was perfect because he kept, in his bag, a biological bomb which could definitely spark chaos in the classroom. He had a huge warty toad! Incidentally, seated in front of him was an overreactive female who would scream like an ambulance's siren if startled. And so it was set. We opened his bag and loosened the plastic cellophane where the helpless toad was imprisoned. Because of its eagerness to be free, the toad hopped and hopped! And there it merrily scuttled from one desk to another. The class was immediately halted; and my professor was appalled. The toad stole the scene and my sleeping classmates were awakened at last! But when we brought the toad back to my friend's bag and apologized for the so-called "accident," everyone crept back to his dreamland--including me. I found myself gazing at the motionless trees again. It was boring...
But I badly miss it.
These lucid memories about my retarded freshie life in college makes me long for school again. I wonder if I can do the same old stupid things in graduate school if boredom comes tapping on my door...
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