the grind

So kill me if this sounds insane but I've never been more glad to get back to the routine of school, the studying, the buying books, the whole sitting-in-class-like-everyone (i Am like everyone), bitching about the boring/not-so-boring/hot stuff lecturers, standing at the photocopying machine breathing toner and trying not to be blinded by the light. I've never been gladder because, finally, the rest of the world will be busy too, and it won't be just me having zilch of a life, and stressing over how little I've practiced, or the various things that I could screw up in the next performance. Well. Maybe it's just me.

Being one of the non-identifiable fish in the uni pool, welcome to Blogging About School.

For one, I got interesting math lecturer for my Heavenly Mathematics: Cultural Astronomy module. (And all along I thought it was impossible for "interesting" and "math" to be mentioned in the same breath.) It has only been the first lecture, but by honestly
proclaiming that he's a "loving and caring lecturer, Judge and Executioner", I think I like him already. He also brings stuffed toys in a huge, bright yellow Fila bag to class.
Finally, something worth waking up at 6 30 am for.

Well then there's the obligatory tribute to the dead soci lecturer Ananda Rajah, who taught the Singapore Studies module that I took for one semester. He talked with great passion about Singapore food and how it has been through the racial blender, like most aspects of Singapore. And he had a healthy dose of skepticism, which I think is absolutely essential when discussing trademark-edly Singaporean mono-narratives.

And I'm so glad that finally, after arduous weeks of waiting and practicing and panicking, the NUS Chamber Concert has come and gone, and thankfully Leslie didn't dump our quartet after the concert, which was a mighty relief. Hopefully the NAFA concert on 29th Jan will pass without fuss too.

THE Quartet webpage is in the works, mostly thanks to our suddenly and strangely enthusiastic 1st violin. Currently it has many of my unglam moments, so I won't reveal the address. But then again, knowing how my sprouting horns are so infectious, I'm sure someone in the quartet has already caught the evil bug and will not hesistate to reveal the address if you offer some monetary incentives, or good food.