So I'm back from my prolonged jaunt halfway across the world, ready for a new semester filled with new purpose. More about that later(read in the distant future).
What I really wanted to talk about(write about, but you know what I mean) is my very first week at IITB. I never wrote one of those oh-so-cliche 'My Happy Wonderful Amazing First Week at IITB' essays, and reading some over now--let me tell you, it is not happy reading--I'm beginning to realize why.
Everyone who reads what you have to write will have had similar experiences. No one wants to hear for the millionth time how 'cool' the cult orientation was, or how 'awesome' the tech orientation was/had to be. And I didn't want to be one of those people. So I never wrote anything about my first week. In fact, I didn't show anyone at all any of my writing up until the second semester, when Madam(there's only the one :) ) bullied me into letting her read some of my stuff.
Looking back on it, there are things that seemed terribly important at the time, things that I needed to do, places I needed to find. But those aren't the things that have stayed with me. Here's some that have:
1. The smile on my swimming senior's face when I first filled up the NSO registration. I was so nervous, sitting across from the mess table from a fifthie, that I almost forgot to smile back.
2. The stuff that H4 shouted during cult orientation. Bloody hell.
3. The first time I entered the LHC. Amazing. Airconditioned classrooms, I should've known it wasn't going to last.
4. All those new people. I'm never going to have that chance, of going to a place where no one knows anyone else, and making friends indiscriminately, ever again. That's kind of sad, because I think I'll do better this time around. At least I won't announce to the world that I'm 'not an interesting person' anymore. *blushes and wonders if people believed her*
Oh, and I was having a look at the archives and found this:
Linky, linky, linky
So I guess I didn't write the crap I thought I did after all.
Feeling inordinately proud of myself, signing off.
What I really wanted to talk about(write about, but you know what I mean) is my very first week at IITB. I never wrote one of those oh-so-cliche 'My Happy Wonderful Amazing First Week at IITB' essays, and reading some over now--let me tell you, it is not happy reading--I'm beginning to realize why.
Everyone who reads what you have to write will have had similar experiences. No one wants to hear for the millionth time how 'cool' the cult orientation was, or how 'awesome' the tech orientation was/had to be. And I didn't want to be one of those people. So I never wrote anything about my first week. In fact, I didn't show anyone at all any of my writing up until the second semester, when Madam(there's only the one :) ) bullied me into letting her read some of my stuff.
Looking back on it, there are things that seemed terribly important at the time, things that I needed to do, places I needed to find. But those aren't the things that have stayed with me. Here's some that have:
1. The smile on my swimming senior's face when I first filled up the NSO registration. I was so nervous, sitting across from the mess table from a fifthie, that I almost forgot to smile back.
2. The stuff that H4 shouted during cult orientation. Bloody hell.
3. The first time I entered the LHC. Amazing. Airconditioned classrooms, I should've known it wasn't going to last.
4. All those new people. I'm never going to have that chance, of going to a place where no one knows anyone else, and making friends indiscriminately, ever again. That's kind of sad, because I think I'll do better this time around. At least I won't announce to the world that I'm 'not an interesting person' anymore. *blushes and wonders if people believed her*
Oh, and I was having a look at the archives and found this:
Linky, linky, linky
So I guess I didn't write the crap I thought I did after all.
Feeling inordinately proud of myself, signing off.
