I can’t believe the holidays are over. I definitely miss the undergrad days where we would get 5 weeks’ of relaxation instead of a measly two. I’m back in Cape Town – just in time for the crappy weather to overwhelm my sunny disposition. My flatmates have gone out, so I’m stuck in the flat all by myself eating a not-so-appetizing Woolies meal. It’s times like this where I wish I still lived at home where I have two devoted parents catering for my needs. I guess we all have to grow up at some point in our lives.
I didn’t do so well in my July tests. I passed everything by the skin of my teeth – and while I’m still above class average, the margin of safety is minimal. (Plus, I’m somewhat convinced that my year is full of retards so being above class average really isn’t that big of an achievement.) The next three months is crucial – I really have to pull up my socks in order to avoid disappointing my parents and myself. I’ve done quite a bit of introspection during the holidays, and came to the conclusion that I need to do something about my internet addiction. I reckon I waste about a third to half of my day idling in front of a PC – being unproductive. It explains why my marks have deteriorated since highschool. (Back then, I had a very shoddy dial-up connection and I could only surf the net after 7pm.)
To illustrate, I’ve written a little poem – Definitely not my best work, but it’s pretty close to heart.
I used to strive for perfection, but soon realised
It was nothing but a distant dream.
Now laziness has become
My overriding theme.
The things I ought to do right now
Are left for another day;
Even as I tell myself:
“I shall no longer procrastinate”.
Distractions dazzle dangerously –
Though none is worthy of my time.
I succumb to them in any case,
Waste precious moments of my prime.
Every once in a while,
I look back and reminisce
The days where I could look in the mirror
And not be confronted by a total mess.
Is it too late for change?
Is this truly the last straw?
My inspiration is dwindling,
My purpose, I’m unable to recall.
All that’s left is this pressure
Weighing on top of me
I wish someone would take it off
So I could end this soliloquy.
Anyways, I really hope I can concentrate enough to pass the year. *fingers crossed*