The clock sits squarely above the partition line on the wall. I have been noticing the clock for some time now; when I first saw it today it had the hour hand at 10, and now, its at 10 again. But I was sure it moved, or has it?
Surely it has. It was bright outside, noisy inside (the library). Now its bright inside, and quiet everywhere (except for 'Top Banana' going on in the distance at the Union). It is quiet enough for me to hear the exams looming round the corner shelf, awaiting to come and go.
A tad bit nostalgic, not homesick. Miss makans with Daddy, and driving along our roads. You know, I actually have not left campus grounds for...some time now. The beauty, or pathetic sad-state, of being on a self-contained campus. But the Tocil Woods, with the ducklings, gooslings, make up for this isolation.
Back to studying I guess. Can't wait to have the exams over; to head over to Berlin, Reims, Stratford and home. Yet, don't want it to come (the exams I mean) because I'm afraid I won't appreciate the exhilaration of post-exams well enough; the holidays will pass me by like a whiff, and soon I will be back at a desk, possibly slaving over the unfinished work of someone who has had authority to give me work to do, and thereby easing their own workload. Ambivalent, that's what Ian loves to say. Perhaps I'm not ambivalent, rather torn, having myself being at both the polarities.
Come what may, so they say (who's they? who's we?). I'm starting to appreciate my course at university much more. Think it will be an exciting academic year ahead. But what is still left begging is what I'll be doing beyond academics. Who knows?
Uncle T
