On 5th of July, I tweeted “U Orientation : I enjoyed it but mostly I hate it.”
Hmm… Let me recall what happened. *thinking* It was okay the first 3 days but as the real orientation period started (June 30th-July 4th) – I started to hate it. On the 1st day (June 30th), I was stupid enough to sit near the big speaker in The Hall. So, I ended being shouted at. Okay, everyone ended being shouted at. I really couldn’t take it when the seniors shout on the microphone to order us to do this and that! I was like “Why are you shouting?”… and he even shouted at random times, startling those who weren’t ready for erm… a shout (including me). That truly made me upset for days. I kept fighting back my tears (not because I was homesick but because I don’t like loud noises).
On the same day, there were briefings related to the university all day. Because I woke up early for a “Moral class” (Kuliah Moral), I kept dozing off when the important people in the university were delivering their speeches. It was embarrassing but I couldn’t care much anymore because I was too sleepy and tired. That was the one and only “Moral class” I’d been to. I was absent for the rest of it (3 days of “Moral class”). Actually, it was more like a motivational class (which I think was okay), but I refused to sacrifice my sleep for that.
The next day (July 1st), we spent the whole day with our schools. I had a much better time than yesterday but I was still always sleepy. My sleepiness became worst at night. The seniors kept us from returning to our dorms because we still couldn’t sing the university’s song properly. They were preparing us for a big event for tomorrow.
On July 2nd : Big event in the morning. We officially became a part of the university. Ikrar and Aku Janji. I slept early because I purposely missed the riadah activity at night. Oh, yeah. It was on this day that I finally had enough and burst out crying as I called home. Homesick? Computer-sick? Piano-sick? Above all, I realised I hate the dorm after all. I hate staying there. I refuse to like it. I refuse to adapt to the life. I refuse to be under their authority. (I know. Spoilt, spoilt girl!)
Course registration was on Friday (July 3rd). Haha. I still don’t get these university terms. Initially, I was thinking : “I’ve registered for my course (university registration) already why am I registering my course again?”. Oh. Actually what I was registering was the “subjects” I’m going to study throughout the semester. Okay. Everyone was early – we had to use the computers at the library to go online for that purpose – and when there’s so many people lining up already inside, the library staff informed that the computers were in hang mode. They told us to return in the evening. But it’s no use. The computers’ still unusable till Saturday.
There’s a cool performance at night at The Hall. It was performed by students from the Art school (dunno remember the real name). I tweeted about it but I don’t think my tweets did justice to their performance. I need a video to prove it. Haha.
On Saturday, we were supposed to check in to our permanent dorm. I was desperate to get out because of my piano exam (last minute cramming!) so I didn’t care much about my courses registration. When I finally could log in to site to register (in the evening, I kept getting my password wrong. I realised in the end that it’s a 12-character password. My original password was 13 characters long) – I’m short of one course! It’s full! & now I don’t know what to do!
What a week.
