Saturday, March 31, 2012
I am trying to block out the pain I'd feel when the final whistle is blown and Arsenal loses the game. The save on RVP's shot was seriously brilliant though. Ohdamn. Anyways, I wrote something yesterday but I didn't publish it because I decided it was too revealing. But the gist of it was: I never felt more pride in being part of the psychology department in NUS than after yesterday's class. Elliot was going through the history of psychology in Singapore and how it was centered around the struggle to establish a course in the universities. (I mean, what is offered in a local university reflects the needs and interests of that society. There's a direct relation to it.) Knowing the struggle of it and the history, makes me feel like I have been part of a good, solid tradition. It's something that I've never really felt in all my other schools because I've always made them out to be transient stops till I got to NUS. Really strong sense of belonging towards the school and the course. All these sappy feelings and the rosy lens of retrospection are making me miss the school prematurely.And you. Call/message/whatever already. I can't take this anymore. The feelings are barely suppressed. Labels: Who else can it be
