It's been 11 days, to be precise, since I arrived here. The university is great, so are classes, no doubt about that since it is one of the top ten universities in the world according to the QS World Ranking. Professors here appear to be more friendly than what I had expected: being not only the highly qualified PhDs but also members of some of the most prominent organisations that are advancing the world more rapidly than ever before. They tell us stories ranging from how one of the profs who was working on a pig farm to collect single-cell proteins mistakenly took a snake for a wounded hose, to encouraging ones as how many of his students have become successful CEOs or directors of major companies. Not to be biased, one of the reason that I think why they appear amicable is probably due to the small class size.
After hearing from someone that most people in this city do not talk to strangers, I am glad to be one of the (about)15 students in most lectures. Diving into relations with classmates, the conversations are generally confined within the classroom. Once the lecture gets over, everybody dissipates to their next LT locations. I miss those times, despite the number of arguments and mickeys each day, when the few of us from the same program would be together from the first class at 830 until 1100 when the library bell signals the closing of the library, then we depart into our respective houses. I made friends too, from my hall (that is what residence is called here), with whom I look forward to creating unforgettable memories in the next few months and hope to be able to maintain the life-long lasting relationships.
I had learnt to live independently, what seemed now like ages ago, now I need to go a step forward to learn how to look up and walk by myself as opposed to hiding somewhere in a corner for too long at some point in my life that it took me months to be able to escape out. (Trust me, the corner is not as fun as the hole in Alice in Wonderland). This may explain why I like to keep moving: the fear of corners/holes. Not to completely rely on someone and not to fully disclose yourself to one person are just a few in the list of what I had learnt at the age of sixteen. Some people just prefer to be alone and appear to the world as happy and unrestrained, but beneath, nobody knows what is "gnawing in their existence" (borrowed from "The Silver Lining" by Chaman Nahal). Or do they just prefer to be alone because they cherish the simple friendly relationship more than having to experience a period of highs, followed by, may be, a complete relationship cut-off?
After hearing from someone that most people in this city do not talk to strangers, I am glad to be one of the (about)15 students in most lectures. Diving into relations with classmates, the conversations are generally confined within the classroom. Once the lecture gets over, everybody dissipates to their next LT locations. I miss those times, despite the number of arguments and mickeys each day, when the few of us from the same program would be together from the first class at 830 until 1100 when the library bell signals the closing of the library, then we depart into our respective houses. I made friends too, from my hall (that is what residence is called here), with whom I look forward to creating unforgettable memories in the next few months and hope to be able to maintain the life-long lasting relationships.
I had learnt to live independently, what seemed now like ages ago, now I need to go a step forward to learn how to look up and walk by myself as opposed to hiding somewhere in a corner for too long at some point in my life that it took me months to be able to escape out. (Trust me, the corner is not as fun as the hole in Alice in Wonderland). This may explain why I like to keep moving: the fear of corners/holes. Not to completely rely on someone and not to fully disclose yourself to one person are just a few in the list of what I had learnt at the age of sixteen. Some people just prefer to be alone and appear to the world as happy and unrestrained, but beneath, nobody knows what is "gnawing in their existence" (borrowed from "The Silver Lining" by Chaman Nahal). Or do they just prefer to be alone because they cherish the simple friendly relationship more than having to experience a period of highs, followed by, may be, a complete relationship cut-off?
