The first subject-related introductory lecture left me stressing out already; and it was only about how much the design coursework makes up of this year's marks, how much work there is to do, and how much of it counts on working at peak efficiency through the whole year. Not good for the heart.
Other than not looking forward to a full day of classes tomorrow (it turns out that I have more class in one day than some people have in a week), I've been trying to get around to contacting all the various parties that I need to contact to sort out pretty much everything.
The days just fly by - you take a break for lunch and suddenly the sun's setting, and, infuriatingly, the shops and offices are all closing. You find yourself waiting a lot too. For a service-based economy, they're hopelessly inefficient, even more so than Malaysians, but I guess it's because any amount of money excites Asians; anyway, I spent two hours at the bank just to change my address and withdraw some money.
The rush always starts early in the mornings. Weng pointed out today that the way they employ that straight-legged, hurrying walk to get to work/school/the playgroup on time looks like they're racing against each other. The woman with the pram had all of them beat by the first block though. In the wet too.
On the subject of wet, I never understood the British obsession with puddles until I realised that each and every paving stone is its own water-catchment area. It's impossible to walk down the street without your jeans soaking up half the water on the pavement, leaving you feeling uncomfortably damp around the calves for the rest of the day.
This autumn completely lacks the romance of last year's golden, sun-filled days. It's all crap weather, too many things to do, and not enough time.
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