School technically starts today - week zero.Though it is of no concern to me, as lessons only start next week. Week zero is a week of orientation and induction, familiarization and introduction, fun and laughter maybe. Freshies get acquainted with people with whom they hope will become their friend. Friends that can accompany them on this foreign journey ahead. Friends that will make the transition back to school a little more heartening. Friends that can make life in school much more interesting.Friends that will last?
This period - stretching back to about a month ago up till the end of this week - is the time where the various faculties and CCA groups organize orientation camps to encourage mingling and bonding among strangers that are course mates to-be. And for the second time in two years, I am experiencing that sinking feeling again. That feeling of 'being forced by circumstances". I understand that this is but a transitory phase. A phase which I should be almost done with.
I am all but ready for school. It has been 17.5 months of recuperation, but the decade long damage is still evident. There is much more healing to be done. I have got a decent amount of ground to cover. I am getting convinced that the last lap is lurking beyond my visible sight. May this semester be kind to me. The thought of juggling school and TSW spells death.
I feel like a million miles away from where I should and would like to be. I am not happy where I am. Not at all.
