Classes are finally over while I anticipate the coming of exams in the next 3 weeks. The past three weeks have seen me receiving some of my major assignments for different courses [of which some I did poorly while others I excelled it], finishing up a group assignment, and perhaps most interestingly, forgoing the opportunity to become the chairperson for IHMA next year.
Well, that credit goes to Tiffanie, who I believe is a more than worthy candidate for the role. She's hardworking, creative, organised, committed, and responsible -- substantial qualities that I admire deeply. Along with my gladness for her, I'm also happy of my decision to let go. With the pressure off my shoulders now, thinking clearly, I believe that I would not do well as the chairperson. Perhaps not because I'm not good enough, but because I have other priorities in mind. But despite not going for the chairperson role, I do intend to be part of the general committee next year if I do make up my mind to stay in IH.
Yes, I'm currently still have not made up my mind as to whether I will stay at IH next year. It's a great place, lots of activities, lots of friends, lots of fun, and I don't need to cook! But looking ahead, it's an ideal sheltered community, one that's not an accurate reflection of the working world. However, people have argued that I'm not even working yet and I should live in International House for as long as I study. A point, which I find agreeable. Perhaps I'm moving too fast. Perhaps I'm being too harsh on myself, by trying to force myself to accelerate my growth at a faster rate than is healthy, or optimal. I do definitely would like to have the feeling of earning money and carry my financial burden myself, but perhaps now's not the right time for that. I'm sure I would have a chance to do so in the future; or rather, I'd HAVE to do it in the future. I'll make a final decision by this Friday.
Speaking of the future, I'd be turning 19 in only a little over a month. 18 really did pass quicker than I anticipated and even though I usually subconsciously like to tell myself that I'm 22, I do acknowledge and feel proud that I'm actually only 18. To be honest, I feel like a very capable 18 year old, one who has gone through more, know more, and understand more than most other 18 year olds. And the younger I stay, the better I feel about myself: all this ability, at only 18 years of age -- with potential to grow and improve. Well, I'm actually digressing from the point that I wanted to make, which is that I need to appreciate the one precious month that I have left before I'm 19. Over the past few months, I have not been 'conscious' of the fact that a month goes by fast, but it actually does. A month, four weeks, more or less thirty days. That's not a lot of time, to be honest. Gotta grasp this short month and live like an 18 year old.
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| A happy picture of me with Bo An, this November... |
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