I feel like I need to hide somewhere.
Today is the OC quiz, which I haven't really studied for. I mean, we did have a small class quiz on those 3 topics several days ago, so I have more or less skimmed through the notes, but I know that simply isn't enough.
Here I am. What am I still doing here, typing on my blog? Only minutes ago was I searching Google Images for screenshots of Tom & Jerry cartoons. I think I miss the comfort of childhood. I used to be able to stay home and watch Tom & Jerry for hours on end, and then go to the playground to play games and run all over the estate, with nary a care in the world.
Now, it's all school, work, school, work, quizzes, more quizzes, the weekly choir practices, and other exhausting activities. The temptation of procrastination is so real, so evil. The urge to procrastinate, even productively, is so strong. I find myself itching to write Braille or learn new music or even go to Esplanade library to study, just study for the entire day.
I used to do that a lot last year, when everybody else went to school. I didn't get in anywhere, so I just armed myself with my Maths textbook and a blank notebook, and headed to Esplanade's dance section. I liked the sun on my back while I was in the freezing library, sitting on the floor, so I could feel its warm embrace while I studied.
It had become my comfort after a while, a haven, an escape from trouble at home.
I'm a good girl, I try my best to be. I want to study, but there's just no time, no time to make time.
Today is the OC quiz, which I haven't really studied for. I mean, we did have a small class quiz on those 3 topics several days ago, so I have more or less skimmed through the notes, but I know that simply isn't enough.
Here I am. What am I still doing here, typing on my blog? Only minutes ago was I searching Google Images for screenshots of Tom & Jerry cartoons. I think I miss the comfort of childhood. I used to be able to stay home and watch Tom & Jerry for hours on end, and then go to the playground to play games and run all over the estate, with nary a care in the world.
Now, it's all school, work, school, work, quizzes, more quizzes, the weekly choir practices, and other exhausting activities. The temptation of procrastination is so real, so evil. The urge to procrastinate, even productively, is so strong. I find myself itching to write Braille or learn new music or even go to Esplanade library to study, just study for the entire day.
I used to do that a lot last year, when everybody else went to school. I didn't get in anywhere, so I just armed myself with my Maths textbook and a blank notebook, and headed to Esplanade's dance section. I liked the sun on my back while I was in the freezing library, sitting on the floor, so I could feel its warm embrace while I studied.
It had become my comfort after a while, a haven, an escape from trouble at home.
I'm a good girl, I try my best to be. I want to study, but there's just no time, no time to make time.
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