I think these four years of my college life (of which one-fourth I've already spent) are going to just whoosh past me just like deadlines for Douglas Adams. It just makes me sad because I really like college and I wish I could spent more time here. I think it was somewhat the reverse for school until I reached Class XII. The speed at which the weeks just flash by is simply ludicrous. It's just class… homework… test… sleep… quiz… midterm… final… project… and perhaps a little bit of fun-and-games somewhere in the middle. Lo and behold, ten ridiculously short weeks later, it's the end of a quarter… one of three. Three of those and a whole year is done. Three more of those and I'll have graduated. And doing what? Lord knows what.

Also, for all I know, I might be on my way to becoming a fuzzy (non-engineering). I'm taking precisely four classes this year. One physics, one computer science, and two languages. The physics class has a boring professor and I haven't attended the last, I don't know, twelve lectures?! Wow. That boring, huh? Uh huh. The CS class? Interesting stuff. But… since this is the beginning of those CS classes which now definitely lead towards the CS major, the marking is horrible and I'm getting really bad grades in it. So very depressing. The one thing I was good at… and now I'm going to suck at it. The two language classes? Going beyond brilliant. I enjoy them thoroughly. I can always get myself to do homework for those classes but I never feel like doing physics or CS homework. CS usually gets done a day before. And physics? Two hours before the deadline. I know I'm going to be a CS major - hell, I'll force myself to become one and tackle that Algorithms class sometime next year, but if I honestly enjoy these fuzzy language classes more than techie ones, am I cheating myself? Wish I knew.

Hell, Exun's this weekend and I was supposed to submit questions for quiz and crossword but thanks to three tests this week and a pile of homework? Nothing. Way… too… fast. I feel bad.

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