*sings* I am taking the next plane home.
Writing this while I’m on my flight back to home. This marks the end of the semester once again.
Time flies I concur. 12 weeks flashed pass, winning the award of the fastest semester. I remember the start of the semester when we decided to give it our best, and now all is left to wait, to prove our worthiness.
Four units for this semester: FYP, Engineering Tech for Biomed, Robotics and Control. Control was not a choice; I was coerced to take this subject I reckon. Eng Tech for Biomed, was due to some misjudgment, or should I say the enticing fact of it having no finals, which means more time to study for fewer subjects. It was definitely a unit that we did not gain much knowledge. We had a rather busy lecturer - he cancels classes every other week; the unit has no fix syllabus and really disorganized. It would have been an interesting unit to enroll and learn, but the pivotal role of a teacher should never be disregarded. Besides that, control was rather muddled too. Or control itself is rather abstract, and rather hard to comprehend most of the time. Besides Biomed, the rest had a steep learning curve. Every year, the course gets harder; this semester was just another big leap from the previous. Vast difference in difficulty compared to the rest of the semesters. Robotics was linked to my FYP, I enjoyed learning robotics. Found it rather intuitive, or maybe that’s where my interest lies; but it was something I could comprehend although we only learnt the theory and formulas. On another note, my FYP was on robotic surgery and it welcomed me with many impediments. The main reason why I took it was because it involves a lot of programming, and with the cool factor, the project was enticing compared to the rest. Currently I am halfway through my project, but the complications that surfaced were beyond expectations, and the questions that trailed along remains a conundrum with no solution. I still do not see the end of the path yet, but I believe the slogging will come to an end, and it will be all worthwhile. Or so I hope.
Whoever said that you should cherish your last year in Uni, as it will be the best days of your life, studying. After that it will just be work work work. But how to? When work keeps piling and piling and piling. ><
Once again the 8 passed by, calmly with no upheaval, no tragedy, or at least none that I knew of. It’s uncanny how every year that day passes by with some anguish and sorrow. Time heals, people say, but how true is that? After so long, I still lack the courage, courage to admit, courage to share, courage to speak out. There I stand, alone in the dark, knowing others share the same sentiment, but never the comprehension. But I do, albeit the fact not showing gratitude, not saying a word but feels comfortable cuddled up in the warmth shell. The silence is well appreciated but the wildfire is not.
