Final finals

My finals begin tomorrow.

I haven’t had the spirit to blog lately ever since my PS3 came into my life and I found myself trying to obtain trophy after trophy, never mind the fact that trophies are bragging rights that are essentially worthless.

This final semester of mine can be summed up in several phrases: degenerating college caused by integrative changes made by our new management that caused much uproar among students and lecturers alike; only 3 subjects this semester; the misfortune that I (or rather my Organisational Behaviour teammates and I) had of having the worst teammate that could’ve ever existed by turning into an uncontactable hermit by not picking up our phone calls, not responding to our SMSes, not replying to our e-mails, and not turning up for meetings immediately after our mid-semester break.

And even on the day we were passing up our group assignment, Mr. Uncontactable Hermit did not appear and so we had to pass up our assignment without his student number or his signature which was required. But no worries, as we’ve lodged a complaint against him to our lecturer and she promised to file a report to RMIT Melbourne to ensure equitable justice to our group.

Tomorrow marks my first final paper, that would mark the start of my week of exams—three papers stretched across four weeks, as opposed to my horrible experience in Melbourne that a student should never have to experience, when I had three intensely difficult papers in two days. I partially blame that atrocious scheduling for my less-than-satisfactory grades I acquired.

So after delaying my New Zealand travel posts indefinitely, I think it’s about time that I seize my journal once more (not a Moleskin, but an AUD$10 book with empty lined pages that I purchased at Borders after watching a free movie in the suburbs of Melbourne) and actually write about it. I took a peek at my Kiwi pictures a few minutes ago, and the first picture (that would’ve come after the last Day 3 entry I wrote) made my heart skip a beat and I caught my breath. I forgot the adrenaline, excitement, and the euphoria assaulting me on a daily basis whilst backpacking alone (mangled with the occasional depression) for the first time in my life, and it struck me.. how these feelings washed away just as quick. And just how pristine and beautiful New Zealand’s South Island is.

Pics would come soon, I swear, to those who are still reading this blog. In exactly two posts from now.