Breathing in snowflakes: 2nd semester abroad.

I am finally done with my first week of class for my second semester here. I have a feeling this semester is going to be crazier than the last, sigh :(

I'm taking Beginning Journalism, which sounds interesting but that's the subject I'm scared of most. Not for failing, but what if after I learn the basics of journalism, I decided I hate it? I can't change my major. Drat. I also declared my minor in psychology and taking the 100 and 101 classes. For my Psychology 100 class, we'll attend a talk about bullying/suicidal and social networking sometime later this semester which I'm REALLY looking forward to. I'm also taking geology, which is.. a whole different language for me. I suck in geography, that's for sure but geology.. I'm not too sure either. I guess we'll see. The beauty of the American education system - the fact that you have to take subjects in different areas to make you 'whole'.

Waking up early is still not the easiest thing, considering my earliest class last semester was at 11 a.m. and this semester, 8.30 a.m. But hey if I could leave the house at 6.00 a.m. just to catch the KTM for class at 8 a.m. back in INTI, this time isn't so bad. (GOD, looking back, I don't know how I managed to take the KTM literally 99% of the 2 years I went to college in Malaysia. And survived. I would NOT do it again nor would I recommend it to anyone.)

Another thing to file under 'not the easiest thing' is when professors said 'turn to someone next to you and introduce yourself'. HOW ABOUT NO. Can we just get on with this class? I don't want to know other people in this class. Also, 80% of the people here CAN actually pronounce my name right but because it looks SO complicated they'll be like, A-niece? Ay-nees? Aa-nnis? Like I don't even care how you pronounce my name I don't want to stand up in front of the whole class and say my name repeatedly for 5 times till you can get it right. #foreignstudentproblem

It snowed again today. It's such a wonderful feeling to wake up, look outside the window and see that overnight, the place is covered with snow. It's like when you're fast asleep, a ~miracle~ happened without you noticing it and then you wake up to see snowflakes coming down from the sky and it looked magnificent. 

Or maybe it's just me. Romanticizing the snow because movies make it so. Or maybe, just like Hans Christian Anderson said, "The whole world is a series of miracles, but we’re so used to seeing them that we call them ordinary things." Snow will never be an ordinary thing for me no matter how long I stay here because when you grow up with the sun frying you up, snow is such a wonder. 

Anyway. I added a countdown on the right with how many days left till I'm back in Malaysia! Yep that's right, folks. I'm coming home. Technically I'll leave on the 18th of May, but will only reach Malaysia on the 20th. At 5.10 a.m. 

Expectation: My family and friends will be there and celebrate and we hug each other and everybody brings me Malaysian food and we live happily ever after. 
Reality: Only my parents will be there because it's a Monday. 

BUT, I already asked my mom to cook rendang for me yipppeee!!!! SO EXCITEDDDDDD. I mean, to see my parents first but the rendang. I'm not gonna lie if I have to pay $50 for a plate of rendang right now I would. 

Well this has been an irrelevant and boring post. Till next time, goodbye!



ps; I've tweeted this and I guess some of my friends know but I receive MARA study loan for my studies in the US! Alhamdulillah. So stop giving me 'the look', ie 'oooh FAMA sponsor kaya giler, untunglaaa~' because even though I can't see people's reactions to it sometimes, but I can FEEL IT, THE VIBE. It's really none of anybody's business if my parents can or cannot afford to send me studying overseas.