So the topic of exams seems to come up again and again. Well I don’t think my performance was exceptional, and that’s mostly due to the fact that moving to a new city and sort of uprooting my life was quite difficult. I might have spent a bit too much time socializing in the common room as opposed to studying, but at the end of the day I can’t complain. I’ve met some great people and made some delightful, yet unnerving memories. It’s a trade off that I’ve made, and I think I’ll be happy with my decision as long as my grades aren’t too shabby.
But even if there’s been a trade off in terms of academic results, I think that first semester was a good way of learning how the whole university system works, as well as the fact that nothing quite motivates you to work harder than bad grades. It’s given me a bit of a realization that I should put more effort into my classes. I took five papers in first semester; I thought it would be fine since two classes only had one lecture for two hours a week. Although they require less work than my most strenuous class (PHYS 121 which occupies six hours a week in class), the workload wasn’t as small as I would’ve hoped. Nevertheless, I will probably take five papers again. If Aunty Jacinda is footing the bill, we should take as many papers as we can in a year right?
And there brings me to my travel. In the inter-semester break I’m fortunate enough to be part of Auckland’s squad to Australs, the Australian-Asian Intervarsity Debating Tournament as a judge, which is pretty cool I guess. I’ve been told by many that debating was the way that they travelled the world, and with the many breaks that university offers, there’s something to do during almost every break. I would advise you to book your tickets early though, so you don’t get stuck with two nine hour layovers on what should be an easy flight from Auckland to KL. The free plane drinks help though.
Until next time.