The Silent Room

Raya has been nothing but exhaustion. Well, I’d very much like to blog about the good things that happened during raya, but that would be too boring because I could imagine every other person [who celebrates raya] doing it. Jumping on the bandwagon isn’t really my thing.

So,..hmm.

Holidays are finally over. Not that it’s a good thing, but it isn’t a bad thing either. I surprise myself with this indifference, actually. It’s somewhat of love-hate thing for me, when it comes to MMU’s academic calendar. Well, most of the time, it’s actually something I just love to hate. You see, this weird excuse for a uni doesn’t run on two semesters, it chose to operate on three TRImesters instead.

Two long trimesters, and a short one, in a sequence of 4, 2 and 4 months. and that often leaves us with plenty of short holidays. Someties the breaks are just a week, and the longest are usually over a month. The problem with these breaks, are that we have plenty of replacement lectures [which cram and fuck up our timetables and biological clocks]. It’s fucking annoying to have a fucking lab session postponed to just a few days before the fucking finals! Bleargh.

Another thing to bitch is the length of the term breaks. They range from 2-5 weeks, depending on the transition. The fucked up thing is, 2-5 weeks is too short to apply and get a part-time job, and too long to sit around at home after a short vacation. Other local unis get breaks spanning up to 2 months, and overseas they get leave for the whole fucking summer!

Us? We get short holidays, and miss our chance to do some decent part-time jobs as most require at least one month of training, or at least one WHOLE month of commitment. Finding and applying for the job alone consumes so much time by itself leaving insufficient time to actually work. Going on a holiday takes time to plan, too. You can’t possibly plan it BEFORE the holidays cause you’re fucking stuyding for the fucking finals!

To just rot at home for 4-5 weeks is just…sad. Sad is the only word I could find to describe it, because anything that is synonym to it just fails to describe just how…sad…it is. You can’t possibly play games EVERY damn day, and plenty of the guys can’t possibly jack off continuously for extended lengths of time [you gotta eat, too], and to go out every day to town? Too much waste of time and money.

Unless you have something to occupy your time with [a gf to bang, for example], MMU holidays just render your brain to a slobbering mush, which takes a while to recover once the term starts. That’s why you see plenty of students slacking off each time a new term starts, you see. Their brains have been reduced to stuff that looks like it came out of a proboscis monkey’s ass.

It’s gonna take a couple of late nite yumchar sessions and staring blankly at a miming lecturer before the brain regenerates itself. By the time it fully recovers, however, it immediately gets squeezed dry as it would be the time for midterms, assignments and all that shit.

Bottom line? I have to get some ppl to go yumchar with me >.<