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September 13, 2009
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Anywhere but here
Hilary Duff sings, “You’re burnin’ up my dreams/ Crazy as it seems/ I don’t wanna be/ Anywhere but here.”
I think that kind of exactly describes my feelings towards 504. A better alternative does not exist. Which in no way implies one couldn’t. Which is what’s getting my panties into a knot. Which I claim as a right.
For example, given half a chance, I’d will 305/405 into existence again, complete with the entire motley crew (whether or not they’d like it. Although preferably they would.)
And yet I am thankful I’m in this class where class outings are actually attended by more than half the class, where we have English lesson debates that actually do engage more than a handful of people, and of course where I’ve got my own little card club, however stupid that sounds.
The truth is, I miss the old class. I miss the nonsense, I miss the apathy, I miss the lousy mentor, I miss the people.
In CH2101, I created sentence with the Chinese equivalent of “depends on”: The meaning of one’s life partially depends on what one means to others. The teacher laughed it off as the model answer, but I stand by what I said, no matter that it seems rather anti-individualist. Humans were not made for solitude. Don’t even try to fight a million years of evolution. A. It won’t work, B. There’s no point and C. You sure you trust your cooking skills that much?
I don’t have a thesis. Musing aloud my disjointed thoughts in a half-hearted attempt to make sense of them. Anything to distract me from EC5209 Individual Assignment. Speaking of which, $#@!
