The holidays are already over, in a sense. Most of my peers take a deep breath for the horrors (or otherwise) of Monday, where less is good, if only for a day. I have an interview on Tuesday which demands Intellectual And Witty Speech, and I can’t muster any of that without compulsively quoting past Gossip Girl episodes. So many things have happened in the holiday, some more pressing and life-changing than others, but all at the expense of my mental capacity.
JC is rolling out in a week and I don’t even know what CCA to join. I don’t even know if I’ll be taking Chinese. I can’t even think and regurgitate (coherently) three reasons why I deserve to be a Humanities Scholar. I still can’t make small talk without foaming at the corners of my mouth. I haven’t learnt the art of the mystical nonchalant swagger that all JC students inexplicably pick up over the holidays.
I need to wrap up this post with a nice concluding line but I can’t think.