the big one happened one day when i was preparing for my driving test and my friend took that opportunity to call me up with the results of the ipta placement, causing me to stall on top of the hill and leaving me to scream at her while trying not to roll into the car behind(yeah, yeah.brake?what brake?).
me: what??
friend: you got graphic communications
me: what??
friend: yeah.what's that?
me: what??i don't know!!
friend: didn't you apply for it?
me: no!!!...oh.yeah.yeah!!!but i don't know what the heck it is!!what the hell is graphic comm??
friend: i don't know!!
it went on like that (don't worry, i went over the hill and parked at the side of the road) until i said, sorry for yelling, and she said , it's ok. and the she said, it's at usm.
me: what's that?
friend: universiti sains, u idiot.
me: oh.
friend: it's in penang. hello?didn't you check?
me: whaat??how was i supposed to know?? what the hell???art degree at sains unii!!!??
friend: at least u applied for it.
me: yeah!!but i'm supposed to get psychology!!!oh godddd..
and the i asked her what she got, and we commiserated, and then i called my mum and snapped at her because she sounded so happy.
and then when i got home, i was so upset i cried the whole day.seriously.i don't think i cry much, but everytime someone mentioned uni, or art or whatever, i'd just go off to my room and cry into my old pinky(my toy of unknown species, not my little finger).
it was mostly because i was a science student, so i hadn't expected to get such an arty course (it's called Fine Arts-Graphic Communications for god's sake). and i hadn't applied for any science courses (except two that i knew i wouldn't get), so i figured it'd be easy to get what i wanted, which was psych.
WRONG!!!kids, when u fill up your uni application forms, don't mess around!!!you see, you have eight choices, which is a lot considering the courses we have are kinda similar at any uni. so u usually run out at choice 5 or 6. like me. if you do, please don't be stupid enough to fill in random courses just because you think you won't get it in a million years. you WILL. and then when you de, you have NO RIGHT whatsoever to complain, because YOU actually got something on your list (even if you were not fully using your brain at that moment), whereas some people only got random pointless courses or NO COURSE AT ALL.
so the next day after making myself sick with crying, i woke up and figured art was no big deal. i actually love art, but i was being a snob i guess. all those years of being a sci student brainwashes you. i didn't feel like i had wasted all that crying, i really was upset at the time. but to think about it rationally, how much easier is it to get a job in an arts-related field than a science or psych-related one, right?assuming i don't flunk out of uni.
so that was the big one. it was a ton of bricks falling out of an aircraft and hitting you on the head, so that when you wake up from the coma you don't know what the heck just happened. a turning point in life just happened, that's what. so you're left wondering what's gonna happen next. jeng jeng jeng jeng...
